By Mark Antony Rossi
What is progress in a society that buries yesterday while holding endless candle vigils in search of remembrance. What do we learn from learned members of the community, if every utterance is a talking point crafted in a closed meeting.
What do we hope for tomorrow if tomorrow is already written on the tongues of morally unfit leaders. What is a dream if it has the weight of fairy tales sinking its flight before the nose ever leaves the ground. What does my Republic stand for if it kneels at every nocturnal notion peddled in its direction. What do my prayers mean if God has promised fire the next time and the next time is long walk off a short pier.
What if we do nothing.
What if we stand still.
What if we lose our special place in the spirals of creation. Maybe something out there deserves a turn.