What will become of us
cooped up in our small islands
of cautionary restrictions?
Do we have what it takes
to get through the next six weeks
much less the next four years?
Despair is a cruel partner
easily allowed through the front door
and welcomed at the table
Sadly, today’s menu isn’t great —
Warmed up soup thickened
with yesterday’s moldy bread
Gagging is in order —
Precursor to starved hearts
sour innuendos and warmed-over lies
The perfect ending
to a less than perfect storm
of neglect, pride and presumptive prejudice
All coming our way
whether we ordered it
This is a bit of what creeps around the edges of my mind these days. I know and believe the Judge of All the Earth will do right. I also know The Supreme Court of the United States is not now and will never be the Judge of All the Earth. Or even of the USA.
Nonetheless, prospects for our shared future aren’t looking good. We’ve lost our way, or never found it.
We are not now and have never been a White Nation. We’re a nation founded by immigrants who came in and, by whatever means possible, took over what didn’t properly belong to them or to us.
There have always been clear, humane alternatives. Thankfully, there are still women, men and children who care about and do the right things. Small reminders that it isn’t over yet, and that the Judge of All the Earth will have the final say.
I think I’ll throw out that warmed-over gruel, and start over from scratch. Good scratch!
How about you? How are you dealing with today’s imperfect storm?
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 29 September 2020
Cartoon found at npr.org