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the boughs have broken
as our childish notions take a spill;
& the 'ow' upon landing
grants standing in the disabused crew, still.
who long ago knew
that lofty slogans of life, liberty & happiness' pursuit
were fitted to motivate folk inexperienced in its fruit
having lived under regimes for eons, it seems
& whose primary goal was reigning supreme
over downtrods not part of their crested lineage;
self-modelled in the image of gods walkin 'mongst us,
tolerant of nary a modicum of fuss
while squalor, famine & stress
ravaged landscapes where the rest
of forebears trod & scraped, then.
can you reference where or when
authorities truly cared about a folk laid bare
by decrees,
fighting for morsels of largesse
they could manage to finesse,
from the oblique'd noblesse
they entreated them to bless;
loosening their hubristic fists
shackling folk in Ulyssestic grips.
fade to black, then to white -
which to some seems quite alright
in pendulum's swings from day into night;
should you think ideals were ever truly embraced
in the throes of that great paper chase
consuming most nations sans grace, renumeration
to those who slaved to create a foundation
for any fledging nation's liberation.
assonance aside -
far be it from me to recast & ride a bombastic take,
but now acknowledged en masse, for heaven's sake -
attempts to coronate leaves some folk verklempt
at a reprobate's place in our starred & striped space;
tending toward steps we'd do well to retrace
from kleptocracy to a democracy we'd best reembrace,
or some reasonable facsimile - in any form, any case.
it's no longer child's play,
our fragile fate's decay in 3D & 4K display;
if we're to believe our good sense's assay
each & every dawn;
we'd supplicate & do well to never forget
avoiding the precursors to much grief & regret,
in the pall the leaf'd boughs breaking would beget,
multiplying like spawn.
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9/25 - lebuc - when the bough breaks
