Pillar of Hope

By Lynn Ockersz

It’s only the facade that’s left,

But its interior has been in peril,

All these decades of balloting,

And it seems only a matter of time,

Before it’s solidest pillar crumbles,

Taking with it hopes of the enlightened,

Of a reasonable measure of Justice,

Unless there is a gallant late rally,

By the noblest of the land’s spirits,

To protect this prized inheritance,

That best defined the Isle’s standing,

As a democratic entity in word and spirit.