Hole impenetrably dark
descends over a land of light.
Fear is fuel to this
cloud we call nationalism.
To fear its passing isn’t ignorance
but rather heightened awareness
to the preference of light
and perils of darkness.
Poetry and Perspective
Hole impenetrably dark
descends over a land of light.
Fear is fuel to this
cloud we call nationalism.
To fear its passing isn’t ignorance
but rather heightened awareness
to the preference of light
and perils of darkness.