On the Brink of Tranquility
I stand on the brink of tranquility
A short distance from out-of-touch,
Surrounded by chaotic disapproval
All around me swirling in confusion,
Wondering whether truth has died--
[sacrificed on the altar of popularity]
When it was irreverently interred;
What it left for the next generation.
And did I let it die a tortuous death
Unwilling was I to shout it out loud,
Facing down jeering of the crowd?
‘Twas easier to retreat into myself,
And deny the current state of affairs.
written November 26, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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