Uprising From the Fallen

So, once again, a Nation falls for It
The Old Great Lie
That severs Self from Neighbourhood

The Victor smiles
Speaking of Healing and Getting the Job Done
While knowing full well
That the deepest Cut
Was of His own making
In the first place

The Maiden weeps
Who dared to raise her head
Beyond the Parapet
In No Man’s Land
As the Henchman crows
‘We pole-axed Her’

The Ditherer
Spell-bound by His self-less ideology
Pauses for reflection
On what wasn’t done
To avert this catastrophe

To seek to unify
By eliminating diversity
Is that Old Great Lie
That the Great Selector promulgated
At the dreadful cost of natural community

Now, as Solstice beckons
In these deep dark days
A new ground-swelling commences
Gathering voices together
In natural communion

The battle’s over
It must be said
But the War’s not won
That severs Self from Neighbourhood