Copper cables carrybitter spleen from the
talking heads to the faceless crowd
Injected with the virus,they take on visages of their own
tea partier, occupier, paulite or gnome
And I – adrift in a land I onceowned and loved - try to
make sense of it all
Will Gilgamesh please step forwardtake center sage and save our people from
fracking foes and lying lore
For if not, we will surely perishand it will not matter if Tehran
presses the accelerator
Harpies hover abovecolored red, blue and yellow
and rancor rules below
The neocortex has melted intothe amygdala and it’s chanting
down, wound, over
God must see this and wonderwhy he sent his only son to
But if he does, he can senda sign of hope, a ray of light,
he can blend wisdom with the gound
Bend us, lend us, bringto the fore the divine glimmer
to ignite the force
Copyright 2012: Renee V. McCormick
Renee McCormick dedicates this poem to her children Kaitlyn and Conor McCormick-Cavanagh and their generation of peacemakers.
About the Author Renee V. McCormick
Renee has spent her professional life as a psychologist helping people find their voices and rewrite their personal narratives. She lives by the motto that it is never too late to change the ending of a story.
Renee has also put stories on film to help people make responsible decisions about parenthood, and especially to prevent unwanted teen pregnancies.
Renee believes that poetry has the power to change the world. Serving on the executive board of a U.N. affiliated organization, she organized the First Annual Poetry Competition for the Olof Palme Peace Foundation in 2011.
Find Renee on the web atwww.PsychologicalPerspectivesllc.com