Aug 25, 2020
1 min read
Skies turn grey, and later rosé
Recall lost innocence and live by it
How clear, now, the brightime sky of youth
How lovely-fair that pursuit of an eternal truth.
Those sunbeams of our morning life's clarity
Laugh out, now, with a truly thoughless charity
That sets free a man longchained to violence
Appalled at vicious crimes performed in silence.
Evil soars through these dimming days of hope.
As we see the world…
