Our Newer World

I do not know how to write a poem
in the direct face of crumbling freedom.
This is no reign of an honest Jeroboam
with no one honest to succeed him.

We have people who know freedom
in a tragic world switched on low hum.
We will need a someone to beat a drum.

Someone begin a tattoo on a bongo!

Don't start too fast or too full of you;
seek out a center, a place of peace to go.
We can bongo too! to find the fuller view,
play well, We will love you, and say adieu.