In the calm at the center of each person’s soul
In the land of enormous freedoms and the home
Of a broken mixed family fast on the brink
Of the ultimate squabble, one cannot but think
All is caught in a pivotal pointed syndrome
As severe as the dickens. We haven’t been whole.
But compared to what may come, this time is our grace
Period for deciding what has to be done
To repair all the damage and cursed sentiment
For what had been most sacred. The need to prevent
The collapse of democracy for everyone
Is aggravated so by our issues of race.
The vision twenty-twenty is that of the eye
Of the storm in the distance. The time that it takes
‘Til it blows past our consciousness cannot be known.
People exercise free will and act out alone.
Some have taken a big gamble. What are the stakes
When the system of justice is an alibi?
We are crossing a threshold into something new
To our souls and our psyches. The need to worry
Is for those of aggression, contention, and fear.
For the rest of us it remains perfectly clear
That there is no preventing what must come to be.
We have turmoil and subsequent truth to get to.