Assurance

I worry there will be a coup

I worry one's already here;

I do not know what we will do

When they deny what is so clear.

The course that we will have to steer

Is one we never wished to sail

It shoals with prejudice and fear

Which we must pass untouched, or fail.

I worry it will not avail;

That what we do will not succeed

I want to rant, and weep, and rail

To pass from poem into screed.

But calm alone will help us now

And so I must be calm somehow.