So, I thought of writing of the
darkening storm clouds, but
it seems it is already raining.

I thought of how unity is confused
with conformity, but I know
it really means surrender.

I thought, I will write about charity
but I saw in my mind the stark
clarity of barbwire.

I considered, I could write of a swinging
pendulum of thought, but my heart felt the
wrecking-ball of demolition swinging forth.

I remembered, “a shining city on a hill”,
but I foresee it dulled and tarnished by
the shame of principles abandoned.

I thought of symbols of freedom, but instead
I witnessed a desperate struggle for fairness
among the dark clouds of oppression.

This struggle finally brought to me a
small glimmer of hope, a harbinger of
sunrise after a long stormy night.

But oh how long must we wait?