Thursday, October 2, 2014

Prudence - by Bob Atkinson

Prudence
(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

hell bent for leather
although cow's not on board
with these unique actions
a violent midnight storm

some trade in opposition
fear not this path to take
say “move on to unknown territory
worth risk for gains we make”

me, I'm in the dark on this
don't know which road to travel
although isn't my choice
don't want seams to unravel

hunkered down within my womb
in some outlying space resolved
to ride out a winter storm
of argument about it all

as formal institutions
collapse there down the hall
my country seems to change direction
while ignoring peoples' wails

fear not some edgy feeling
buildings tall begin with dust
of bulldozed foundations
removing coatings of dried crust

can see discretion gaining force
a tightening of desire
to implement some sane promotion
which sets our souls on fire

always in this destiny
call it what you will
conclusion seeks a straight path
of fully formed ideals

ideals which include chivalry
and care for fellow man
purpose added to the stew
salted with blown desert sands

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