Apathetic care drags wholesomeness down the dangerous creek
where waters rage powerfully against the incumbent pillars of rock.
Sultry demonstrations here and now crack the hold of hands
that have grasped with whitening knuckles their given power.
Emotionally jaundiced and caprice ridden youngsters in their aging prime
refuse to sacrifice their voices or to be hidden behind,
in the land of pay-to-be-innocent amid torrents of guilt
we stand shackled beneath, willingly subservient to the greed.
When I was more youthful I’m certain the waters didn’t roil
quite as badly as they do today under the imminent storm.
Maybe that’s because I cared less for the mortality we all face
and less still what tomorrow would bring as I sat there
comfortably chemically saturated in oceans of ambiguity.
Or I hadn’t met the right woman to turn my mind open to the world
plagued by self-indulgent hypocrisy that sets teeth on edge.
Someone merciless and loving enough to place growth
and expansion of knowledge ahead of the safety of a comfort zone
and the false sense of security that it provided.
Because the walls are collapsing around that shaded isle.
Where once no harm could befall us, we are now beset
by the kinds of animals that know only one definition—predatory.
We’re coming to the end, and there are no further shallow waters,
we’ve been standing in them and cooling our feet, for far too long.