Time Being

Time Being

We did not make these doors,

Yet we too must walk through them.

Truth and Justice swing on rusted hinges,

Vandals bang them on the wall.

There is blood on the marble floor.

The soldiers walk in with their guns

Like schools of fish in the sea,

Choreographing the shape of a monster.


The miasma of lies suffocates the air.

The righteous are affected by disaffection.

Newsmakers are tangled in headlines,

Isms rhyme with schisms.

We did not build these doors

But we must walk through them

To the other side: where Androcles

Stands with the lion at his feet.

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