Tasked Anew

 

Tasked Anew

 

The day dawns dark,

And we are lost in time.

Our choices removed,

Are we to be helplessly watching?

What use is it to ask

How did we get here?

We were carried along a muddied stream

Bounded on all side by flotsam

Chosen as treasure by the desperate,

Who imagine they’re drowning,

And will drown all others,

For they measure their successes in spite.

 

The day dawns injured,

And our cries have been muffled.

Erstwhile guardians

Have absconded with our trust.

It does no good to ask:

Where have they gone?

Worshipping at the feet of tyrants,

Who have only served them the rough boot,

And will crush them beneath

When expedient.

For they have chosen the allure of silver,

Choosing to ignore the coin is stained with blood.

 

The day has dawned broken,

And we must begin the repair.

The tools are far scattered,

Are we to leave them lie?

We do not bother to ask:

Will we be allowed?

We have overcome great turmoil,

And toppled obstacles weighty,

While poor in implement,

But great in number,

And greater in spirit.

The task is again before us.

 

Cliff Lake 1/21/2025

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