Another poem from the “Giving Darkness Its Due” series:
September
10
The Way Ahead
The way ahead is dark indeed
everyone hoping to find a seed
to grow something old or new
when all that's left is but a few
It's hard to face the coming end
To know what to do, how to fend
Whom to trust, whom to blame
All bets are off, the game's aflame
We've ruined the world and our nest
Ignored the truth and all the rest
Not to mention what could have been
Lost forever in Ragnarök's final win
Read every word, hear every inflection,
Feel every prick, suffer every infection.
All we wanted was to gain,
And what we got was Harvey’s rain.
We’re not to blame, you say?
Then whom shall we blame, by day?
And when comes the rumbling night,
Whom shall we blame for this dark plight?
Our Sunday Schools they serve for naught,
Nor their palliatives by religion wrought.
We Masters of the World have caused this pain
That comes to us as Harvey’s rain.