04-02-2017, 10:29 PM
Democracy
I know now.
I know how many.
I know you live next door,
sit at my family table,
accept my dollar in payment
and officially represent me.
You fray the tightrope of hope
I travel, its length thinly stretched
over the hard fall of despair;
I see your faces below
me smiling, anticipating
the satisfaction of a fall
you are convinced will heal.
Every step forward
I have applauded
you would wash away
under the delusion
that we lived in a more fair
world sixty years ago,
that freedoms gained
have imprisoned you.
I know now
that optimism is just
that, the reach for joy
stretching further.
I know now.
I know how many.
I know you live next door,
sit at my family table,
accept my dollar in payment
and officially represent me.
You fray the tightrope of hope
I travel, its length thinly stretched
over the hard fall of despair;
I see your faces below
me smiling, anticipating
the satisfaction of a fall
you are convinced will heal.
Every step forward
I have applauded
you would wash away
under the delusion
that we lived in a more fair
world sixty years ago,
that freedoms gained
have imprisoned you.
I know now
that optimism is just
that, the reach for joy
stretching further.
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