*Illustration reference:
“Stańczyk” by Jan Matejko (1862)
It makes me weep internally
I hide these tears so none can see
That I am slowly losing faith
Such energy that’s gone to waste
Yet what is lost can still be found
If we can meet on common ground
I won’t give up on what I know
To be the goodness that still grows
Inside and out, and everywhere
I feel it, that the world still cares
And given chance, and given choice
The anger in that rising voice
Can simmer down to something sweet
And turned backs now will gladly greet
A friend, not foe, when day is done
For don’t we want, for everyone
A life of promise, within our reach
And fairness too, I do beseech
BUT if we’re blind to forest green
For trees have hid, not to be seen
Then down we go, the ship and all
Un-unified, we’re sure to fall
And harmony, that once was close
Plays death-march dirge to rueful ghosts
That haunt the earth, and ponder how
We wrongly chose, tis too late now…