In response to Bartholomew Barker’s prompt, “What does the future hold?”

Broken apart now faltering
angst anger regret and pain
A mother and father vow
never to speak again

Houses once homes
sold to provide funds
For out-of-state moves
beer and liquor runs

Electricity falters
smart phones and devices
Become treasured antiques
man left without his vices

Teenagers stay home
to help mom run the farm
Sisters and brothers
work together arm in arm

Through the heavy barn doors
walks a man scarred and torn
Demons and humans he battled
his soul thin and worn

The players are different
in this family once broken
Standing together as one
not society’s meager token

A strong family unit now
forms a community devoted
to save their Mother the Earth
by hard work and clean voting