Tuesday, September 29, 2020

The Longest Hours

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  AMERICAN DEMOCRACY


The Longest Hours

 

From the hours of the deepest night

To the hours of early morn

When sleep no longer comforts

My thoughts become forlorn

 

I wonder if we cannot do

What destiny demands of us

I wonder if we cannot see

What history commands of us

 

Are you and I accountable

For this collapse of reason

Our failings to this point in time

May fall just short of treason

 

In the hours of the deepest night

To the hours of early morn

My musings chase the darkness

My nightmares are reborn

 

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