Uprising from the Fallen

So, once again, a Nation falls for It

The Old Great Lie

That severs Self from Neighbourhood

.

The Victor smiles

Speaking of Healing and Getting the Job Done

While knowing full well

That the deepest Cut

Was of His own making

In the first place

.

The Maiden weeps

Who dared to raise her head

Beyond the Parapet

In No Man’s Land

As the Henchman crows

‘We pole-axed Her’

.

The Ditherer

Spell-bound by His self-less ideology

Pauses for reflection

On what wasn’t done

To avert this catastrophe

.

To seek to unify

By eliminating diversity

Is that Old Great Lie

That the Great Selector promulgated

At the dreadful cost of natural community

.

Now, as Solstice beckons

In these deep dark days

A new ground-swelling commences

Gathering voices together

In natural communion

.

The battle’s over

It must be said

But the War’s not won

That severs Self from Neighbourhood