The Overton Window shifted while the pendulum decreed
Three times the rooster woke the day, a call we didn’t heed
With lenses blurred in times absurd a change of dizzied speed
We see what’s coming down the path and fear what will succeed.
As politics came into view we tried our best to hide
Ignoring what the future said we let the memes decide
The scale of utter fuckery was far and deep and wide
Whilst the window moved implacably towards the other side.
Thus will the will of monsters rule ( or can we turn the tables ? )
Must we close the curtains till the twist becomes more stable?
Could we dream a better dream & realise we are able
To manifest another way, create a better fable.
What’s possible is infinite, what’s likely feels uncertain
The odds are even odder still as we look beyond the curtain.
For reference :
The Overton Window is a model for understanding how ideas in society change over time and influences politics.
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