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.
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