Another Morning After
by Odin Roark

Hate and love
Locked in mortal combat.

Crossing of swords continues
Amidst a tempest rising,
Where minds and hearts clash,
Ignoring their sentient bond.

Heavy storms of distorted agendas
Churn and roil,
Washington’s power-clash determined to erode
Any resistance.

Children of all ages look on,
Their eyes willed shut,
Their ears closed to the madness,
Their tenuous votes seeking repose.

Adults continue imitating their offspring,
Continue wanting,
Taking,
Acting as if right and wrong are unknown,
As if doing what they ought is somehow foreign.

Away
Far away
Further realms of conflict watch
Needing neither laughter nor contempt
To vibrate their appetites…
Only nodding at our own brand of tribal failure.

Ironically close,
Oh so very close,
The conscience of our simpler times
Peers through the shadows
Wondering why.

Evolution’s antennae pick up once again
Man’s delusional habit,
That yesterday’s experience can be forgotten so easily
As today’s greed and power overwhelm.

So much known.

So little learned.