UNDER PRESSURE

Comes a time with a sigh
we must look us in the eye
to plumb the depths we find
hidden from a shield behind
rattled into place a manhole cover
like a penny left with care
on our blind spot.

Later or quite soon
our bones we must exhume
to trace the secret cracks,
reveal the source of the attacks
so we can understand
the difference between our right
and our left hand.

Or maybe never we shall see
with such scope or piety
that certain global headline facts
might be consequences of our acts
and so embark on that familiar ride
of burning in the lime light
of our Nationalist Pride.