Cold Autumn Gales

High winds last night have stripped the maple bare

Sent red and gold leaves hurtling through the air

Shivering, exposed, revealed to every gape

Shorn of all cover, cold skeletal shape.

Just so the kind illusions heretofore

Of good intentions, rights, and meaning well

Have been stripped off, and those who saw this hell

Through all the fuzzy hope of summer night

And called us on it, were exactly right.

Now men in power mock at victims’ rage

And laugh at children thrust into a cage.

Right now. Right here. Act now, we can’t forgive.

Cold autumn gales are howling where we live.


17th October 2018