Fifty-Nine

The price of security

Has risen beyond

Our means

Risks must now be taken

In a world made of chance

There is no longer safety

In the security of our system

There is only an unspoken promise

Of unwarranted death

Be silent, be still

Quit the frantic struggles

Of the desperate soul

And calm the consternations

Of a betrayed heart

Listen to the quiet murmurings

That so often go ignored

Do not take so for granted

This life with which

We are so blessed

The struggle is not ended

Fate is ours to contend

To shape and fashion

In some meaning form

And wrest from the unbending mettle

Some sense of structure and strength

To help us survive the harder times

That lay ahead

Do not despair

Do not lose hope