These Rising Tides by Mark Carlisle

Can we ease

these rising tides?

Somehow calm

their powerful

forces?

Exert some counter

gravity waves

to rearrange

all of the

choices?

Or will this

insane imperative

climax,

just like some

wildly raging

tsunami?

Sweeping

everything

along in its wake,

as its rippling

threw out

our humanity.

Until ragged run banks

are so sorely ravaged.

All the lives they’ve taken,

completely savaged.

With blood running like rain,

coarsing uncontrollably.

Causing such pain,

all so unconsolably.

Or can we somehow

ease these rising tides?

Calm down the ploughing,

of countless farmers lives?

We could even put

a band on

cluster bomb strikes.

Stop seeds of hatred

sowing.

Let’s all have equal rights,

not just for those

in the knowing.

Is this really

where,

we want

to be

going?

Do we even

have a choice

anymore?

Did we ever

have one

at all?

Or is it just

the waves

lapping

at the shore?

For as sure as the moon

waxes n’ wanes,

as sure as the tides

evermore.

We all rise and fall.

That’s all!

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