Harbingers in Grey: a medley of sorts

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In the shadows,
not lurking, just sheltering,
a bit shocked at how yesterday’s worst
became today’s norm
and tomorrow’s golden age remembered.

Vitriol in the name of tolerance,
lies in the name of truth,
war in the name of peace,
suppression in the name of liberty.

But the sun still shines
and fleecy clouds float in azure skies,
babies laugh blissfully unaware,
stars sparkle and shine,
the silvered moon floats changing cloaks.

The ocean chokes though,
unsuccessfully trying to spit out
plastic garbage slicked in oil
in the name of progress.

Incoherence liberates the need for truth,
consequences be damned;
after all,
if truth is relative
prices need never be paid.

Eschatology escaped,
only the instant counts.
Volume and repetition they key,
especially if tied to cool rhymes and ridicule.

But the sun still shines
and fleecy clouds float in azure skies,
babies laugh blissfully unaware,
stars sparkle and shine,
the silvered moon floats changing cloaks.

The ocean chokes though,
unsuccessfully trying to spit out
plastic garbage slicked in oil
in the name of progress.

Let them eat cake
and “après moi le déluge”,
old slogans made new again
by a cackling dowager
and her pink-pussy-hatted crew.

Vitriol in the name of tolerance,
lies in the name of truth,
war in the name of peace,
suppression in the name of liberty.

But the sun still shines
and fleecy clouds float in azure skies,
babies laugh blissfully unaware,
stars sparkle and shine,
the silvered moon floats changing cloaks.

The ocean chokes though,
unsuccessfully trying to spit out
plastic garbage slicked in oil
in the name of progress.

Incoherence liberates the need for truth,
consequences be damned;
after all,
if truth is relative
prices need never be paid.

Eschatology escaped,
only the instant counts.
Volume and repetition they key,
especially if tied to cool rhymes and ridicule.

In the shadows,
not lurking, just sheltering,
a bit shocked at how yesterday’s worst
became today’s norm
and tomorrow’s golden age remembered.

_______

© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2017; all rights reserved.  Please feel free to share with appropriate attribution.

Guillermo Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia although he has primarily lived in the United States of America (of which he is a citizen).  Until recently he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales.  He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies).  He can be contacted at wacalvo3@autonoma.edu.co or guillermo.calvo.mahe@gmail.com and much of his writing is available through his blog at http://www.guillermocalvo.com.

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