The Island and the Flood

There once was an island, alone in the sea.

The people built a wall, as tall as could be.

Although they had issues, the island was free.

With a bit of control, as free as it could be.

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Except there was a minor problem, a fatal failing

Constant oppression was always prevailing.

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On this island were groups, living together.

Some become friends, others, oppressors.

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The People got together to oppose the elite,

Some met victory, others, defeat.

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Slowly but surely, social change progressed,

Although they strive, the People were still oppressed.

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But the oceans were rising, as they built their wall.

If their dams collapsed, the city would fall.

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The walls were maintained by an exploited group.

They unfairly suffered and were left out of the loop.

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They were left out of power and political ruling,

Forced the serve masters while their own lives were grueling.

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A flood was coming, and the walls needed support.

Without the will of the people, the Island’s days would be short.

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A cry went up, “why should we care?”

“Why should the city survive, when they won’t share?”

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They pointed at the elite, upon their throne

Brutal and selfish, corrupt to the bone.

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“Why should one laugh while the other must cry?

if the island is flooded, at least the elite will die.”

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Some people said “no” and built up the walls,

“Resent feels good until the city falls.”

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The People held back the flood and stood against Hell.

Although life was unfair, it was still good as well.

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And the People came together, at least as many as was needed.

The Island survived when the flood was impeded.

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The People stood together and overcame their strife.

They tried to get along and build the Good Life.

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With the shared aim of goodwill and hearts for prosperity and peace,

The people tried to be Good, and slowly, the evil ceased.

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They were good to their families and good to their friends,

And good to their enemy while making amends.

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They were good to themselves and did what they knew should be done.

Although it was hard, each challenge was won.

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Though their names are lost, their values survive,

in ancient wisdom that makes cultures thrive.

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There’s no higher pursuit that of good disposition,

And the responsibility to bring Good out of any condition.

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As stories of old were understood.

Extract the gold and make it good.

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When facing hardship and burned by flame / We look to myth for where to aim / As stories of old were understood / Extract the gold and make it good.

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Matthew McKenna

Matthew McKenna

When facing hardship and burned by flame / We look to myth for where to aim / As stories of old were understood / Extract the gold and make it good.