Fashioning the Future
Finely woven
fabric of the nation
Was cloth of
gold once, fit for a flag,
Now
flagging, becoming threadbare, a rag
Running Into
holes, an old creation
Increasingly
shoddy and worn too thin
To help keep
the poor from exposure. A darn
Here, a
patch there, yet too few seem to learn
The whole
weave is rotten. Time to begin
A new yarn
that everyone can fashion
Into what
then best suits their needs, with no
More make do
and mend. Now’s the time to sew
Social
material together with passion.
Emperors,
however, seeking to impress,
Are all
naked, no matter how they dress.
D. A.
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