Following a crescendo of violence,
an allegro jubilee of relief and release
brings us all a moment of respite
before resuming the rhythm of the rigour
and ardor of unflinching struggle.
And a young woman tells us we can
be the light if we dare, and her innocence
gives us new hope and a new cadence
for resolute strides to an unknown
future of heat, yes, but also illumination.
Still, this isn’t a cadenza, but a restrictive
repair, a scaffolding of democratic skills,
a dampening of fear and a regrouping
of willing collaborators marching forward
on the promise of hope and camaraderie.
And the band plays on, because the music
of justice has no coda, only refrains.
Everywhere he went,
he confronted peace and
rumours of peace.
Each dawn, he would follow
the light on rising roads
and find fellowship with companion
travellers and comfort with locals
sharing a spirit of cooperation.
As the sun passed over,
he and new neighbours he met
would break bread, drink
and laugh with abandon.
With evil vanquished and animosity
dimmed, the world awaited eternity
with clear eyes, dry cheeks
and a pacific breast.
Finally actualised, he sees a reality no
longer tenuous, but one girded on the
impervious foundation of
In camouflage and unmarked minivans,
brutal anarchists are loose on the streets. They perpetuate the casual cruelty of anonymous cops on the beat.
The desperate disappearing of schismatics
realises nightmares of deadly disorientation. Extraordinary renditions become ordinary daily habits of these agents of provocation.
While the doves of justice sing of peace,
lawless mobs roam in the darkest hours. Concealed and agitating the sleeping hive while gassing the nectar of its flowers.
Many naively thought they were immune
from aggression and unprovoked attacks. A veteran thought he’d just have a word before finding himself beaten with bats.
The moms came out in force, surely
no one could mistake them for terrorists. But gas canisters were lobbed at their feet as the traitors were more than treacherous.
The dads stepped up with a leaf-blower defence
to give the treasonous well-deserved blowback. And a nation finally started to see clearly that democracy had taken another track.
Epiphanies sometimes come too late,
and eternal vigilance is hard to maintain, But the sleepy multitude shakes to life to scrub and erase this lawless stain.
Take heart and raise your heads high.
You have history and justice on your side. They are no more than a despotic few, but you are the power of a rising tide.
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The knocking of the bamboo
In the wind
Restores my awareness.
Su Dongpo said he could live
Without meat but not without bamboo.
Bamboo brings life, of course,
As meat destroys it, but
Dongpo had a different
Understanding (he loved eating meat),
Yet his words weave
Through the leaves
With warning and assurance
Of life whose end has not
Arrived so long as bamboo
Sways her promise to us.