|MATT / THE TELEGRAPH|
You can stumble
into your cave of despair and blame
half the electorate for their blind
ignorance; you can stick your head
in the sand and try to hide the shame
you feel for your country; you can live behind
four walls of silence and let the world implode
on itself. Or you can gather your belongings
and move to Croatia or Singapore.
But it won’t change a thing. On the long road
to heaven, you’ll find lepers and hypocrites, almost anything
floating between paradise and hell.
The fact is, no election could ever save us.
No truth can be hidden for long.
No amount of rain can fill the old well
if the well’s dry as a bone. To live with disgust
is to admit defeat. To admit defeat is to lose
all hope. And to lose all hope it to give in
to darkness. Sorry, I can’t let that happen. I’ll stand here
in the light, work hard, and wait for the good news.
David James' third book My Torn Dance Card was a finalist in the 2016 Next Generation Indie book award. More than thirty of his one-act plays have been produced. He teaches at Oakland Community College.