Day 23: Note

Did you have an opulent evening?
One which is a rare but harmless animal
Did you feel it fleeting?
And thought that was only rational

A sacred space has been invaded
The precincts stamped with muddy feet
Something right has been evaded
But isn’t the good lane the concluding street

There are souls being blasted to the ends of the world
All sucked into the same wounded gaping whole
Chronic powerlessness has yet to be hurled
Doubts are not what they stole indifference was never their role

Let’s exchange a secret note
Which shall come to be the universal truth tomorrow
Right now we might have no votes
Future will call this the past’s sorrow