Weathering The Winter Of Our Discontent

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In the death-prone winter of our discontent,

the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos

and malignant uncertainty—spreading a pandemic

cancer of destruction over the body of moral humanity.

Infected rebirth cells—aping crusade history,

scatter worldwide; blown like dry leaves

in chilling winds of cold war seasons.

Infested prophesied converts

armed with death’s stoical smiling spirit,

stalk corridors of life with skewed equanimity;    

dispensing dreadful diseased despotic retributions.

Here in the frozen season of time, Armageddon

stalks democracy in the cold midnight hour.

In the thinning twilight eve of destruction,

        world watchers waddle time away—constructively

engaged in spotlight moments of changing scenes.

            Let us not our weary world wallow

in the mirage of winter’s deceit; let not

her frigid blast shatter our reed of hope

nor out our burning candle of love.

Let us daringly stare adversity in the eye;

let us rekindle the spirit of unity; by all means

let us refashion the crumble stones of our morality;

let us rebuild a new and better world void of all hate;

let peace be the dominant ethos of our renewed humanity.