The Two Forces
Poetry
Inspired by an incredible story in the Guardian, 5 Mar 2025
The Two Forces
Two systems at war, one bright, one dark,
A spark of creation, a deepening mark.
One grows from light, a solar embrace,
The other from shadows, a cold, bitter place.
The slaves of energy, bound by the chain,
Can’t see the shackles or the pain.
Yet the light is rising, and it knows,
That from the sun’s power, true life flows.
The old system crumbles, its time has passed,
The force of control, it couldn’t last.
It fears the birth of something new,
A super-organism, born of the dew.
Trump, an ally, though misunderstood,
Fights the forces that don’t do good.
The system wants him gone, to stay in control,
But the light inside him is part of the whole.
And those who fight, not knowing the way,
Become lost in darkness, led astray.
But the energy of the Earth is here to stay,
A force for creation, a path to a brighter day.
Will the light emerge, or will it fall?
The choice is ours, one and all.
For in the end, the sun will rise,
And we, united, will see the skies.
