Democracy. Liberties | Gulf Coast Poet

Tides of Change

Waves wash up on shore,

tides in eternal rhythm as before…

rising, falling evermore.

Across the blue sky…

I watch a magnificent eagle fly,

wayward teardrop in my eye.

Flag waves in the breeze…

iconic symbol of our liberties.

So, why then, does my blood freeze?

Lost ideals, long past.

Waves of autocracy advancing fast,

but tides will change…nothing lasts!

Tides of change demand…

democracy returning to our land.

Once more, united we’ll stand!