As we start the new year, I see a darkening world ahead - America, the great democracy, poised on the brink of dictatorship, war in Ukraine, or a bad peace. The deaths in Gaza continuing to rise. The rise of the far right across Europe and even in Britain. And over it all, the existential threat of climate change. So this is a sombre, melancholy poem to reflect that mood. There's a slight note of optimism. Originally the final verse of each stanza was a rather pessimistic statement, but I changed it to a question in each case..
The New Face of Janus
It is the turning of the year
The old time passed away
Now comes a dawn of fear
Has Democracy had its day?
It is the turning of the year
Poised between light and dark
Danger present, ever near
Will the future be so very stark?
It is the turning of the year
Dark times are hard to cope
Threaten all we hold so dear
And where will we find hope?
Janus turns a dark face this way
And all we can do is hope and pray