What were alien have become native
What were uncertain now very surely
Creep insidiously through and through
And seep and penetrate
My defense gate
With its arch
Broken for my backs
And its star
At this dawning now so far
From across the ocean blows
A whisper, so loud
We all hear, but
To know it’s incorrect in ways array
To all I hold so dear?
In knowing too, the fruition of fear is that
That alien gall I cannot egest
You ask me why?
I ask you why
To you it has become native salt
And been drawn to your breast near
That whisper which yet continues
Knots the bowels of my soul
But do you hear
Or feel its chilling breeze near?
What about seeing; it’s sea glass clear
Does it strike
That it’s smouldering
What should be burning
That which is so dear?
IN THE NEXT POST, WE SHALL GIVE A MEANING TO THIS POEM.