upright in calm

a time for choosing of what we would speak
the shades and colours are ready to hand
we listen but we can't yet hear the band
there's no time for the humble or the meek
we are not ruled by committee or clique
still border crossings are now fully manned
and fences mark the limits of the land
we may yet bar all comment and critique
a moment passes that we won't call back
of music that we wish we had not heard
and now our options are both small and slight
no matter we're more than another clacque
we have the power and we shall have the word
but answers are all hidden in the light