Malice in Wonderland

The looking glass is not so clear

as it was even at this time last year.

The world events were getting squirrely

and even Alice thought that surely

her adventure in Wonderland 

would soon come to an end.

Yet here we are in some strange world

groping for stability, hoping for civility

as the wizards of Wall Street

can no longer stand the heat

and the politics of want more power

are now the bywords of the hour.

The malice in Wonderland makes me ill,

and sometimes I think I took the wrong pill,

I should have swallowed whole the one that let me sleep,

would have been better off if I could keep

the knowledge of who we are closed up in a jar

and who we will be hidden from me.

How can we salvage the remnants of good

when scavengers pick the bones dry and bathe in the blood

of the innocent bystander, what hope is there now

to leave our children better off, somehow.

I strain to reach the light switch, to turn off the dark

but hope puddles around me, reality too stark.