Broken Arrow

Some sense it a tipping point being tilted. You step back into your mind's eye, survey the present climate sensing a dire change, a new darker wind stirs your thoughts. Something went wrong, something got too damaged. In the stateless moment where we were once unified by the same dream there is now a lack, a narrowing of opportunities for peace and harmony. What you once loved and honored is being dismantled, its parts being carried away by political gremlins. The Great Divide is here it rumbles under our feet it pollutes the very air we share. You want to run to the nearest hilltop and shout: "broken arrow, broken arrow!" Alas ears are now blocked and hearts sundered. The rocking scale is off kilter and a torn veil has fallen from our eyes.