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THE SPIRITUALLY DISPLACED

Refugees

Of this ailing

Fragmented culture

Loosed from moorings

Of community and tradition

Are set adrift

On a shoreless sea

With shattered compass

That points three ways

Clouds conceal

The stars at night

And fog obscures

The sun by day

Winds each blow

In all directions

Currents clash

Beneath the waves

Hope's rainbowed cornucopia

Wanes - in scant supply

Sustained

On desparation's scraps

Each must rely

As it is rationed out

On scales of gradient

Shades of gray

The mutiny of truth

Is all but done and absolute

Contradiction leads the way

As the deck both rocks and sways

Hegel

In his Dialectium

Pronounces henceforth

Equilibrium!

Rebels cheer who fought to trade

A plumbline for a pendulum

The shepherds have become

Brute beasts

Who only entertain

And Feast

(on lamb-chops from the herd)

Dictators and doormats

Dance together

As the crew chants lyrics

Of Doublespeak

And Nurse

From the plague of logic

Inoculate the weak

Run to the lifeboat

There is still time!

But

This ship is sinking fast

No Dove or Olive Branch

Shall rest upon her bow

For where she is heading

There be dragons there

Mood:
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