Put To the Test

-- Put to the Test -- John Herlihy Questions arise if democracy is now put to rest; Perhaps we ourselves are being put to the test. Words no longer have the force of their meaning; Instead they stride and strut like peacocks preening. Futile arguments but cotton candy from sugar spun, Statements and claims from dirty washrags wrung. Truths now called out for being a kind of false hoax; Falsehoods raise to levels of truth, indeed a true hoax. Still, political cronies end up finding themselves in jail, Experiencing the punishment that lies beyond the pale. The supreme head of state acted upon the evil he saw; When all the while he considered himself above the law. Only we the people can the soul of the nation preserve; May the soul of the people reflect all they rightly deserve. - - - - - - (c) John Herlihy 27 October 2020