A southern tradition in a meal
each New Year’s day;
pork for health,
greens for wealth,
black-eyed peas for luck.
We adhere to these conventions
and hope a superstition can improve
A year ended which held
to say “I was able to survive”
being the best we can take away.
A year ahead without much promise.
The certainty of less prosperity looms,
freedom and possibility becoming
replaced by ideas of fairness
proven to fail.
New traditions are forming,
ugly traditions of hate and oppression,
urging the destruction of success,
to be replaced by the cult of dependence,
mass poverty and group identification.
A nation founded on ideas
of individual achievement and freedom
slowly falls to the old ways it once rejected.
The elites again become powerful pretending
to be shepherds,
while the people willingly march
to the slaughter.
............ .Loosely written for the Trifecta prompt to use ‘survive’. Also posted to Open Link Night at dVerse. Happy New Year? I have my doubts.