The
sun, the moon, the wild dark ocean
The
ice, the dune, devoid of devotion
The
dim, the night, the forbidding mountain
The
dream of hope, the dewy fountain.
The
eye, the sight, the rising, the dawn,
The
greens, the blues, the feeling forlorn
The
tongue, the taste, the day, the dusk,
The
sound of autumn, the smell of musk
The
ear, the sound, the morning new
The
distaste of bills long overdue
The
yawn, the groan, the anguished cry
The
bitter aged asking “why?”
The
wicked, the clever, the dumb, the deft
The
rich, the powerful, the poor and bereft
The
quick, the slow, the wise, the sloth
The
golden thread in the dark cloth
The
king, the queen, the abdication
The
folly of his fabrication
The
subject revolt, the nation hissing
The
realisation of a kingdom missing
The
courage of love, the cowardice of hate
The
strength to accept the command of Fate
The
resolve to live with faith unfeigned
The
humbleness to be justly-blamed
MDC
5/5/97
