A Degree Or Two
the talk around the table turned
to matters of import
and one of those there seated
was heard to make retort
above the hubbub and the drone
of lively conversation
being carried on at once
expressing reservation
on a point of relevance
to the current topic
underlying all the words
the feeling was entropic
silently they heard her out
and weighed her every word
then they went back to the task
her point was not absurd
the level of intensity
that of the conversation
had risen a degree or two
'twas how to save a nation
without the need for shedding blood
while protecting property
they felt belonged to all of them
the weal of the free
Copyright © Steven Hanlon | Year Posted 2015
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