42. Vista

42.
Vista

Suppose the politicians said, okay, we give up, you do it. The mob takes over. What then?

Look at Italy, look at Greece.
Where is peace?

Are we responsible for how we are? The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars but in ourselves said Shakespeare, a poet.
Did he know it?

What little can you do?
Be true.

That’s all.
The writing’s on the wall.

Everyone a self serving creep.
What are we, sheep?

Serving others, serving sisters, serving brothers.
We all had mothers.

My brother is all mankind.
Never mind.

It’s not as if you didn’t know.
I told you so.

You told yourself this story, many times.
I have not run out of rhymes.

Maybe you have forgotten, or give up.
Drink the loving cup!

Okay, I’ll shut up and go away, as I’ve been told many times before.
Walk through the open door.

The choice is yours.
Love endures.