Millard Lowe Poet Alliteration

Weathering the Winter of Our Discontent

WEATHERING THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT

 In this, the death prone winter of our discontent,
the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos
and malignant uncertainty---spreading a pandemic
cancer of destruction over the body of our moral humanity.

Infected rebirth cells of ancient crusade history
scatter world wide---blown like dry leaves
in chilling winds of cold war seasons.

Here, in the frozen season of time, Armageddon
stalks democracy in the chilled midnight hour;
while in the twilight of the eve of destruction,
world watchers waddle the time away: constructively
engaged in spotlight moments of warming scenes.

With a bloody but unbowed head, let not our world wallow wearily
in the mirage of winter’s defeat; nor allow her frigid blast
to shatter the bruised reed of hope or out the burning wick of love.

Let us stare adversity in the eye, rekindling the spirit of unity;
let us refashion the crumbled, rejected stones of our moral society;
we building a new and better world where we hold it to be self evident:
peace---perfect peace, is the dominant ethos of our recaptured humanity.

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Leo Larry Amadore January 24, 2015 at 7:25 PM Would that this the "winter of our discontent" be made glorious summer, even if NOT by the Duke of York.......unfortunately, religious hatred, genocide, greed, racism, and basic human stupidity and provincialism do not bode well for us or for the planet. Millard Lowe February 3, 2015 at 8:32 PM So true; but we must not give in. There is much work to do. Thanks for the read.