The Era and the Way We Were
They served their purpose to history
and so did we. They were the heroes we
were their dupes. Unknowingly of course
but oh so willing because there is always a
dire need for heroes and they stood on the
Mount Olympus of the time beaming down
confidently on us as we worshipped their
promise of deliverance from fear and the
misery of the unknown. There is always
a denouement, a time when the truth slinks
its way down the dark alleys of time and
retrospection sinks its anchor deep in dim
memory and the past plays back to us in
shades we barely recall and we recoil from
the reality of the present unveiling the
past.This is what happens when archives
are made public after having festered with
the weight of the truth awaiting the future
with its revelations. Enough time has passed
that though we deplore our failed insight
and the wasted trust and hope, our minds
must focus on the present rife with its very
own minefields of threat and deception.
Saturday, November 18, 2017
Labels:
Poetry
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