I think everything will be okay. The abruption of emotions will find a way to seep out. You will be fine as well.
How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The lines flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart.
The sun rises in spite of everything
and the far cities are beautiful and bright.
I lie here in a riot of sunlight
watching the daybreak and the clouds flying.
Everything is going to be all right.
Darek Mahon
In a land torn by strife, where trust is lost,
How can we expect prosperity's cost?
When brethren betray, and countrymen deceive,
It's hard to believe in the good we perceive.
When our own kin sow seeds of destruction,
How can we nurture hope's sweet abduction?
The fabric of unity frays at the seams,
And shattered dreams are our nightly themes.
Where treachery lurks and loyalty wanes,
The heart weeps for the nation's painful strains.
How can we trust when traitors abound,
And their deceitful echoes resound?
But amidst the darkness, a flicker remains,
A flame of resilience, where hope sustains.
For not all are tainted, true patriots exist,
Their steadfast souls persist, despite the twist.
It's in their hands, the power to restore,
To mend the wounds, to heal the core.
Through unity and justice, a new day may dawn,
As traitorous deeds are eventually drawn.
Let us not lose faith in our land's potential,
For within its people lies a force quintessential.
Together we stand, against the tide we fight,
To reclaim our nation's righteous light.
So let us strive, undeterred and strong,
To right the wrongs, where they belong.
For even in chaos, a phoenix can rise,
When truth defies the traitorous lies.
In our hearts, a flame will forever burn,
For the land we love, for which we yearn.
Though trials may test us, we'll never waver,
For we are the true guardians of our nation's favor.
