Newton's Cradle
a pundit cries with a raised voice: "the dreaded wrong choice made at a fork in the road has started a war!" see now the skirmishes multiply like locusts, after a long season of drought they swarm how do we not fight when each thinks much is at stake and dissent a threat? "freedom, democracy, safety, equality, justice, fairness, and life are all at risk!" how do we not judge when our sense is the yardstick by which we measure virtue, morality, goodness and righteousness? the well-intentioned leave no room for doubt how do we find peace when some seek it through conquest others, resistance? people think it’s proper to speak truth to power 'til they themselves are in charge; then they don't what if the wrong choice was not a fork in the road but a cradle's swing? only it wasn't one cradle but myriad— chains upon chains of reactions, effects every action force has an equal opposite push, pull, act, react click-clack forward and back clickity clack, click-clack physics in action, not logic. surprised? original sin we act, we're acted upon, we need a way out folly, only ever someone else’s problem but we’re in this mess together, aren’t we?