We were there when the statue crumbled.
When humble people stood together and bled
for something better. We remember the Holodomor,
the callous calculating way savages act in self interest
and realize every nation is susceptible.
The world turns on minor moments leaving us in awe
at all those things we caused but never saw coming.
We wait with worry. We plow forward
with blinders. We carefully plot each
well laid course on our random walk.
But in the end, does anybody really know
what happens next?
R. M. Dolin, 2015
