Swallow a sunbeam

Swallow a sunbeam

A Poem by Soren

Through rotting cloth, neatly stitched

The eye of justice sees

The dissolving shadow of democracy

Stained by the sun's disease

Liberty beaten with her self imposed fetters

By hands of the tired, poor, huddled masses

Lifts her torch to set aflame

Young children in their classes

A coat of politically correct paint

O'er wounds Janus does bestow

To say they have fixed all defects

And hide falseness that lies below


© 2023 Soren


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Yes, American Democracy, and Worldwide, is under attack. Let's hope it's just a pendulum-swing, and will eventually swing back. Thoughtful piece.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Soren

1 Year Ago

Thank you J.D. for the review and thoughtful comments. Yes we can always hope. Hope is the last thin.. read more
JD Major

1 Year Ago

"Hope is the last thing that dies." Great line!
The rotting cloth I believe says it all, that is what it seems and what we are forced to look through each day. Though I still hold out hope for the future and what waits for our children and their children. At some point the bottom will be reached and there will be nowhere to go but up. Nicely done my friend.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Soren

1 Year Ago

Thank you Will yes the cloth may have always been defective but it seems a bit more deteriorated now.. read more
Powerful words to describe the decline in democracy and the stench of wokeness creeping in to every aspect of our living. God help us.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


Soren

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much Chris for your valued review and comment
The rotting cloth may be likened to the ideal that the years have woven together and have become the fabric of hopes and expectations and how its suffering is demonstrable in the PC and whitewashing that goes around at every corner and every instance these days.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Soren

1 Year Ago

Thank you Red for the read and comment. Yes indeed it is left vague but the first image that came to.. read more
Red Brick Keshner

1 Year Ago

Oh nice, the fraying blindfold and all that may entail, either way. That is deep!
I adored the image of rotting cloth, neatly stictched. It sums up so much. A dissolving democracy, a beaten liberty and those very symbols we upheld as our ideals spelling our doom and death. Political correctness, but at what cost? You make a powerful statement here about a state of affairs that feels like veneer over rotting teeth. I can feel dissillusionment and disgust burning in your words.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Soren

1 Year Ago

Thank you DIVYA your wise eyes have seen right through the rotting blindfold of justice and veneer i.. read more
DIVYA

1 Year Ago

It is always a learning and a pleasure to read you. Most welcome!

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Added on January 20, 2023
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