Cassandra shouted
Truth and prediction
Yet none loved
But her pretty face

Singing the future
with a voice given
by the gods
she knew too much

The world does not long
For fact or truth
or self-preservation

It longs for order
A woman in her place
Not mute
but easily ignored

A Cassandra
who can foretell disaster
and watch disaster fall
upon those ears

Deaf to her promises

Caroline A. Slee
11/21/2016