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I calculate my days
In increments of risk and gain
I make my power plays
For reasons that I won’t explain
And as the danger comes
My reptile brain, alert, awake
Is beating on the drums
And counting prisoners to take
This brittle time of year
Each army reaches for the fray
I am no hero here
My courage all but gone away
I face a darker foe
Than I have ever seen before
Like someone I should know
No stranger coming to my door
The madness in the eyes
Gives courage and no intellect
It comes like dull surprise
There is too much left to protect
And rationality
Is first to fall before belief
This sure insanity
Means everyone will come to grief
I wish I had a sword
Excalibur to raise on high
The perfectly timed word
To all this madness now decry
But I am not so brave
That into battle I might ride
Emerging from my cave
With all my allies at my side
I am but politic
A kingmaker and not the king
My words are brittle, quick
And no salvation will they bring
I cannot stop the tide
That madness and ambition sing
Arising on dark pride
For heroism’s not my thing
I turn and twist inside
The hero and the good denied.
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Don’t let the mad world win! Tempting to give up, but we need to continue…
Very true, in my career I find office politics can get a bit hyperbolic at times, writing helps vent so I can carry on… 🙂 🙂
I often wonder if your heart races as my does when I read some of your work, Sis! I read it out loud, and yes, even raised Excalibur for effect..(I don’t get out much) 🙂 …anyway…this, was great!! Hugs!! Love!! Sent!!
Thanks so much dear Sis!!! 🙂 🙂 xxxx
Your pen is your sword 🙂
Thanks Melanie!! 🙂 🙂
You can always stop the tide by shining a light on it. The light is our strength
Very true, thank you!! 🙂 🙂