Circle The Wagons

When the cold winds blow And the hostile natives are restless It’s time to wake up, smell the coffee And cut your losses. What is there to push back on, after all, But the bitter taste Of someone else’s resentment; The mighty wind of their off-gassing. The world is wild and cruel Even within the treacherous smile of neighbors When dog eats dog possesses their mind You find yourself one of the dispossessed. In this open, exposed and lonely place Circle the wagons of your resolve Recognize those you hold dear And take solace in their love. (4/13/25)