Image credit:  Minerva Studio

Image credit: Minerva Studio

The pendulum no longer swings
There is no latitude
And no breeze
To stir it either way
It shudders at best

Once war cries
Reverberated on either side
You knew the difference
And a turn of fate
Meant something

Now its all the same
Uniformity that’s cloaked
In facile, faux difference
And punters try to find
the perfect score
In a field that’s frozen

One leader topples
For another simulacrum to stand
In the just emptied space
But of real merit and cause
Not the barest of trace
We’ll soon not even notice
the change

The pendulum means nothing
It’s obsolete
Each king and kingmaker
Just the same stuff
Sawdust and rags
Worn only by clowns

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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