
Throes of Democracy
There is romance and pleasure in war and revolution
for men who would die for this cause,
for women who cast the shadow of tenacity
by engaging that fight with pen or by sword,
pressing toward glorious death for some, or
murderous slaughter for others. All
seeking the tenacious grip of Liberty
Enlightening the World with promises,
gripping magical dreams of democracy
lighting the American utopia won, not given
by some mumbled blessing.
Look both ways while guarding your shores.
Mind the gaps for creeping internal enemies.
Powerful poem, Bill. Great use of the prompt 😊
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Very timely. Will the pen or the sword win.
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Thank you, Kathrine.
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That last bit reminds me of Yeats, in the best possible way, of course.
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Thank you, Joey.
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