The centre cannot hold
It seems on days like this
The centre cannot hold
And the earth will spill
Into outer space untethered.
In seems on nights like this
Our senses cannot cope
And we fear emotions
Escaping free without control.
It is a ragged time
When empires crumble
Blind leaders fail to see
Beneath their stumbling feet.
All is spinning in a vortex
Gaining speed increasingly
Throwing our solar system
Into decay terminally.
All seems rotten in a system
Where force overcomes the good,
The brazen over-shout the meek
And truth lies burning on a pyre.
What to keep us grounded?
Who to give us hope?
No prayers to save us
No God to salve.
Can we find strength
In each mother’s kiss?
In the everyday kindness
And embrace of strangers?
Carry on we must and carry on we will
Under a blazing sun up Calvary Hill
In hope more than belief
In love more than relief.
The dogs sleep soundly on my lap
As I tap and scribble relentlessly
Their gentle snores remind me
The world has seen all this before.
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