Matters of Great Import

Yesterday ruminated

Of the great war contemplated

Dread filled the firmament

Fueled by the fury of the malcontent

With raised arm a salute was outstretched

The outcomes truly were wretched

For they saw them who were ill

Didn’t even have graves - they kept still

Horrors unspeakable

The quest for justice unshakable

Liberation led to vindication

Ending the world’s second great conflagration

And now we are

With our mind ajar

New horrors emerged

In desert skies long submerged

Through disjointed emotions

Twisted notions

Transformed into actions

Bringing new conflagrations

Default is constance in distraction

Most minds in liquefaction

They have not assimilated

Dissimilar paradigms resisted

The future’s unchanged

Revelations estranged

With broadcast improvement

Thus was cemented the discontentment

Pandora’s box unclosed

Reality’s failure juxtaposed

To twisted demons

Unfurled after eons

But after all the dire

There will be a shire

A tiny enclave of hope

A shimmer unseen in scope

There is good report

In matters of great import