Enshrined
a poem
To form a more perfect union
Present tense, not past
The infinitive's infinity
For you reading this tomorrow:
Take it, reshape it, make it last.
We can't remake mistakes and call it progress
Regress rights and call that success
Progress is the progeny of rights enshrined
Which no ruling, no court, no justice, no crime
Can nullify.
In due process and due course
With resistance and insistence
Against all invasions of institutions and interpretations of our constitutions
We will purchase for our chosen posterity the
Justice
Tranquility
Welfare and
Liberty
Stolen from us.
About the Creator
Ava Mack
The Dangling Bead
My life is splashing before my eyes, as I precariously suspend and prepare for the end, the consumption of my Self and identity. I know that gravity will be the victor in this struggle. Like a pendant, slipping from the chain, the tension has caught me in this moment, bestowing one last gift of reflection. I cling desperately, questioning my purpose. Searching for comfort. And I remember…
By Leslie Staven5 days ago in Fiction
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