How could it be that talent
lost to us
in moments of such thoughtlessness
beseeched
How could it be that we,
as humankind
naysayers all – yet all of
nascent kind
Turn one’s head until the dark cloud
passes
in brightest sky alone is when
we shine
Forget one’s stance against ignominy
and bile
and let the path of horrid rage
be mine
For we rejoice in other’s stress –
so dire
yet ne’er despair when choice is seen
as wrong
So blatantly it seems and yet
with guile
the party grows that says the battle’s
to the strong
The war, perchance, may be the
longer version
taking more than words and weapons
to rejoice
But sagacity and a welcome sense
of reason
will transpose us all from haste
and give us voice
Our standing – in the end –
and by surprise
is hopeful and appealing –
like the tide
Come gather band of humankind –
beset
let’s raise our hands and hope for
better yet.
sensualism 