The Reckoning
The Reckoning
You want to punish them
For wanting to punish you
For not getting away with your crimes.
But not everyone was involved
And some are hanging onto
Values you once represented
Long ago voiced
By champions who died in their defense.
But now are tongues divided
Unchorused and atonal
A payment for choosing too many
Of the worst set out for offer.
Loyalties to clans
Or to causes born of rottenness
Stains of known offenses
Marking a brood of infamy
Desperate to remain uncalled
To prosecutor’s review.
These are the fruits
Of an ugly seeding
A harvest of callous regard
Of norms and propriety.
Now would you corral
The hyenas you set loose
Thinking you had a ringmaster
With a ready whip hand.
You bought this nightmare
With what integrity you may have had
You laid it down
In favor of a fever and a fog
You thought to perpetrate
On a nation that is waking up
Just in time.
The fractures and the friction
You are attempting to mend
Were put there knowingly
Willingly
And kept alive
By your own words and deeds.
And I bet you don’t even know it.
Cliff Lake 1/4/2023
Copyright © Clifford Lake 2023
Comments
Especially “A harvest of callous regard’ , a beautifully turned phrase!