Shards of Sharp Practice

There is a movement in the street

Air thick with fury and deceit

Sweet days of security past

Weeping eyes now shed tears from gas


Supermoon rising to greet decay

Democracy on stage a play

Liberties denied on a binge

Nation reels a shuttering cringe
 

Electors hiss cold without care

The trump(et) all consumes the night air

Ashes cloud illumination

Shrouding too proud condemnation

 
To temp those ghosts long put to rest

An unsung cohort will pound chest

Fifitysome years fragile roughhewn

Secured freedoms lost far too soon

 
Memories of Strange Fruit does waft

Sacrificed souls recall the cost

The pendulum swings far away

Those needing shelter beasts at bay