Poem: Anew

In this New Year,
What have WE to fear?
I ask God with a tear,
what danger there, afar, grows near?

I feel a…
Sharpness in the rise of my shanks in that of my old worn crooked shoes
though I am blessed with shiny steps into that new unprecedented land
on the rocky shores of this hobbled nation
you might question my relation,
why PATRIOT, I AM,
and this, my creation
to it and other matters, small or grand,
as WE stand in lapping waters
with our timid sons and daughters.
Yet, we go forth,
listening, waiting for word from the North.

Our giant footsteps sink into the trillion grains of sand,
which proves my unparalleled walk at new heights
and the pronounced pains in my stilts during this hike
along a treacherous Capitol path
with an abrupt thought of a rich, and political blood bath,
which signifies no long rest for neither you nor me
I’m left with the wish of something more to like

The spectacle of streaking white dots mar the night
the dark canvas ruined by sparkling light
the bespectacled muse begging for a fight
between violence and peace we must now choose
this awkward journey we cannot lose,
If in vain, there is nothing to gain,
Our way by the pains in our feet
or, even by the rabid fake news
bah, forget it, we know it all to be a ruse.
Yet, we long for truth
from Father’s tongue
as of yet, unsung,
before this old age conquer our youth.

I pause to wonder or wander in the light of lunacy
the Moon’s fragrant delirious rays
of astronomical proportions
Absent within our days
of vile contortions
of those men and women bending over backward
or, is it forward?
of invitations believed to be untoward
when the divide of black and white
Our sense further frays.

Like the robe I pull tighter
in this chill, it grows
My breath, it shows
as the yell forms within my happy grin.
The blisters on my toes
tells me the distance I have come
by the sound of bugle and drum
of my journey’s end it knows
I have heard the sound
this hum
this end I have found
and freedom.

Truest, and sweetest freedom.