New Old Year?
Backward facing Janus covers those eyes
That cannot look away from the grim sights
Blighting far, far too many days and nights,
The common realisation of lies,
Told about the military murder
Of expendable civilians
For what will prove to be mere pyrrhic gains.
Then those wild firestorms and floods that occur
As climate changes but policies don’t.
And, so it was, yet another year went,
With capitalism seeming content
And secure in its pursuit of profit.
From the threshold of the old and the new,
Does Janus hold a more positive view?
D. A.