Poem: We Trusted

We Trusted 

that it would go well,
thought we had
good advice
and help
from people
we could trust,
and now?  I don't know
what there is to say.
Today we hear
it is even worse,
or maybe not.
It is uncertain,
though it seems clear,
though it seems
it is not at all good.
Their is evidence
of wrongdoing
r a lack of evidence
for doing it right
which may be the same
right now.  A lack
that is tangible enough,
is not just an emptiness
but an absence
of what was required.
I am uncertain
if it may help, a bit,
in the short term at least.
In the end though,
I think the trouble
will be far worse.
We should not have thought
it would go well for us,
I should have known
it would be another time
the potential for good
was only an illusory lure.
It scares me:
we were certain,
did not run into this
without care and consideration.
It did not matter.

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