Tick, Tick, Tick

Soft and complacent

our youth in denial

What evil disguises

the past has on file

Wishing and hoping

a smokescreen at best

Masking our fear

while fouling our nest

The seeds of our history

whose names has been damned

And mocked until cancelled

our heritage banned

In near distant cauldrons

a pot stirs and boils

Awaiting our downfall

—and all we’ve despoiled

(The New Room: November, 2023)