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