Joshua Roberts

When in the course of human events…
How those words ring in my ears,
Shattered by apathy which consents
To the drawn-out length of years
For which the cowards hand yet reaches.
A fatal course the public steers
Towards desolated beaches (that)
A foundering state-ship beseeches
And, the founding host laments.

That ferocity which shakes
Off the chill of deepest Entropy,
Oh Strife! No place – obtrusive
Where all ways meet,
Come forward friend
Let us see your face.
Heat! cycle reductive
Eternal shifting complete.

They would like to go back and hang Thomas Paine
But they will not erase what the people have seen
The new fourth estate, once awake, shall remain
And the haters of truth face a wry guillotine.