The Stone Does Not Cry Out

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Hold on, the wise woman said, 

when everything falls apart.
This is a time of transition;
you will emerge changed and honed,
like iron forged in fire,
clear-eyed, stronger-boned.

As the old life is softly falling away;
a new day dawns.

We'll create a local world;

corporations will be gone.

Hold on, the wise woman said,
while a new world forms around you,

with brighter dreams to ground you.

Who knew? That good could follow greed,
that Mother Earth would speak so clearly
her and her peoples’ need.

Let's topple the Mad King off his throne,

for under his seat sits a silent stone,

the people's lamentation, a collective moan.

We await its crying out; we are

desperate for relief.
We prepare the flags and the feast
for the unseating of the thief.

(The secret no one dares to speak:

we are the very knights we seek.
Let's cast our ballots in the Box 

of Possible Tomorrows,
and take the high road home
to a world with fewer sorrows.)

Sharing this at earthweal where Brendan told us the tale of a stone underneath the king's chair, that only cries out when a True King sits on it. Needless to say, the current self-appointed king does not invite a cry from the stone beneath the throne, though the rest of us are objecting loudly enough.