Hoped a better ending
than the febrile clash of
wills defending frailty
Two brittle egos fake a
view of guarantees whose
edges flake too easily
Your freedom is derived
but it relies on certitude
assured in wry calamity
The advent of your will
won’t make a state of stable
truth which you subscribe
To cry consensus views implies
you had believed your wont
denied for far too long
The facts dictate you only
want to make the going rules
a stronger case for leaving
© 23 May 2011, I. D. Carswell
No comments:
Post a Comment