Righting the Ship: A Tide Beckons

A vitriolic fancy -
A curtain of extremes.
A treasured plate of fantasy,
How true the minstrel beams.

This role of awestruck modesty
Secures the sweet demise
Of such remorseful travesty,
A heinous, bleak surprise.

Allow the sounds to vacate,
Avail their raucous strength,
With each and every vile strait
Those preachers raise at length.

Preclude a working system
To serve our daily needs.
How every fraud seems wisdom -
Does plant the welcome seeds.