Nine meals from Anarchy

Once upon a time

In a time long, long, ago

When we lived by an accepted system

Of, as far as we knew were correct and sure,

Laws of the universe and common nature

Laid out by man made rules and idealism

Of a command given by a higher power

Which required a certain code of behavior.

One Blink of an unsuspecting eye later

And all the rules took wings and flew away

On wings of forced acceptance of society's ennui

And boredom, in the face of a frivolity needing

An outlet and platform from whence it can be heard

Shouting of new ways concocted by the mass

To march to new and different parades each day.

Acceptance or rejection of the many parades

Surely is an individual right of passage.

What were once kept secreted behind locked doors

Are now parades for all to savor, disregard or decline

Blatant flouting of sexuality and preferences are now

The accepted norm, no more hiding under a bushel.

Society is proud of the new changes in humankind.

Still, are we not getting more angry and violent

As, again, I reiterate, we take one step forward

And two steps backward in our approach to life.

We will accept alternative human behavior

Matters not the consequence,

But not the alternative to speak of praying to

A higher power for guidance and peace.

So. Are we nine meals from anarchy?

Are we set for implosion or explosion of ourselves,

For after our last nine meals and our tempers

And our fuses have woefully and finally

Reached their ultimate breaking point

We will turn on each other

Hungrily searching for that tenth meal

So to sustain a life a little longer

In pursuit of the usual existence for our need

Of a world that we are slowly and surely

Bringing to a literal and figurative

BOILING POINT!

After our parades of changes and revolutions

What Then?

Maybe a new beginning, after the many parades

Is just what the universe's doctor has ordered.

N.A.