bittersweet

there is no fear in these eyes
and this mind hears no rejection
these ears sense no hostility
and these fingers taste no defeat.

these senses may be mixed up,
but only because things are so bittersweet
when politics rally troops of peaceniks
it’s nice to know how well we’re doing.

such fortune, such mysterious, unknown fortune
we reap from the earth of this plentiful province
and yet it’s lapsing against the shores of the ingnorant
because their cliffs are so impenetrible with tolerance.