Bushwhacked
the blind
by the millions
stumbled deep into
a tangled growth
of eight years.
Many of their best
were torn to shreds,
by following a leader,
who promised peace
on the other side.
But the other side
held a cliff,
where they
totter now,
being cajoled to
take steps back
to more of the
same bushwhacking,
or perish in
the blackness that
waits before them.
But the blackness
holds a bridge,
offering a change
in their direction,
that would lead perhaps
to lives unscathed
by the bushwhacking.
And so many
will step off
with the faith
of Moses,
leaving the
burning bush behind,
and find a
promised land.
Others will remain
cowered in the shadows
of the bushwhacked
refusing to see
that the entanglement
of their choice
will separate them
forever from the masses,
yearning for peace.
Adding your comment:
