A sonnet on the eve of shutdown

'On contemplating action when those in power betray our trust'

Oh disobedience - you have a clear
attraction when supposed leadership
becomes unmoored and rudderless. The sphere
is then transformed to danger, where a trip
once thought benign becomes becalmed, betrayed
by guidance lost to depths of the most sheer
futility, where will becomes a frayed
and tattered tendon so that strength is mere
survival, step to step and play to play.
So what shall we conspire? If we still fear
reprisal then our courage goes astray 
when we do need it most, when we should gear
ourselves for an assassination, tossed 
by latent doubts when we should not be crossed.