Children of Our Sun
by Michael Doyle

Tonight, under the rise of the Cold Moon
I realize another year has passed too soon
And still, old truths bear the necessity
Of being repeated with some incredulity

Daily chaos brings particles of light 
That refract under the strains of the night
Oftentimes, the shards of derelict creation
Shatter on the limits of our damnation

We, the children of our shining sun
The third planet away and then done
We must speak our truths vigorously
Carrying on with our passions fearlessly

Here, in slow homage to the faceless dead
Those who carry on as ghosts in our heads
Remind us that we are not precision clocks
Nor are we necessarily meant to be orthodox

There is nothing selfish about honesty 
Instead, it is to give all to live in integrity
The heretic knows the necessity of individualism
To believe tyranny brings freedom takes an optimism

That far exceeds that which my mind can hold
Known facts cannot be suppressed but must be told
We must fight against the fog of lies and misinformation
If we are to have the best for our beloved nations

(c) December 14, 2024   Michael Doyle
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