Shake the Beast

Silence in the morning of our world's end,
Left us all undisturbed, abed, asleep.
Warnings of danger — on which we depend,
Had failed to generate even one peep.
Our representatives, long un-appraised,
Could not explain where our treasure all went;
Though episodic voices had been raised,
Whispering deep rumbles of discontent.
When cries for action unanswered remained,
When pie crust promises were never kept,
When faith in the beast could not be regained,
And the beast slept on, while the people wept;
Until its beating heart finally ceased —
All because nobody dared shake the beast.

Mick McKellar
June 2016

It is uncomfortable to ask the tough questions. It is difficult to demand that promises be kept. It is hard work to wake the beast and demand its attention to the many problems that need fixing.

Mick