We cannot pause to mourn.
We cannot stop to cry.
No longer time for gentle ripples
Scaling rocks in pools of progress.
Instead sandcastle-bursting waves have struck,
This destroying tide
That never stops for why.
The men of the past are circling,
Choosing sites for demolition.
Each taking on a separate mission
To storm that beach,
To desecrate, to bury deep,
To carve a land
Without volition.
What use to manage projects well,
That idle attempt to save,
To build castles that needed building
To actually rectify,
We are told we must no longer try.
Instead time tears up
The road that did not pave.
We have not chosen womankind,
Accomplishment at ease.
Instead we choose a lying fool
Who knows not what he does not know.
He stalks
And calls it leadership
To do whatever he please.
Can we find another
To lead us back to gentle ripples?
Someone who believes
That things once done
Can be redone.
Or must we be
Forever cripples?
