(an unusually short one for me)
I have a score to settle with me
A battle so ancient I’m suspecting it’s human nature
So it can’t change –
Except that change is nature
This soil-begotten body is the terrain
My soul’s right wing stays folded, conservative to the nest of what it knows
Jingoistically guarding the lines between
What-is and What-should-not-be
My soul’s left wing flaps, soaring liberally
Re-weaving the lines between What-is and What-should-not-be
Into a maze of infinite space-time potential.
But a bird with one wing spread & one wing folded
Only goes in circles
Is that why I hate politics?
No matter which way this country leans
It’s spiralling in the same old direction
Down, down, down toward an age-old fight between
Despotic tradition & egalitarian revolution
That every human individual, every human family & every human society
Has fought and is still fighting
Yet never with a clear victory
What’s it really about?
© One Tawny Stranger, September 2015
