Leaking the source first in torrents, later in eviscerated rivulets.
No tourniquet wide, twisted nor absorbent enough to suck it all.
No One can gather it up, mop it up from the dance floor, untie it
From the back alley fences or unstain it from the consciences of
Ignorant name-shamer, tunnel-visioned politician or us cowards.
No formulas, statistics, truths or lies will rescue the dead-harmed
When ends and means are meaningless as exhorted truth-slayers,
When ebony bones shine word shadows projected upon the screen
Of the inner war we wage, brushing aside ivory clarity like clouds
dispersed in sneery derision, campaign slogans and catchphrases,
One mind and only one will change the hearts of all, only one-kind.
When will dress rehearsals end and the real revolution begin–again?