Not right but not wrong either, and objections will remain for a while - a prose poem. |
No significant raid Will endure the illegitimate focus of powers Holding on to their identity… Authorities shall not seek change Despite the casting of dispersions… The golden message is one Of personal handling - The process has appalling But considerable limits, And we must remain patient; The lucid groove proposed Has a greater likelihood Of achieving a complimentary advance To the most easily warranted And strategized goals. These vague and concerted adjustments Construe a slight but apropos vision; They see both the victim and the problem In a meritorious light, And confide in the person A restraint which is less than onerous - And is a consequence of the hands-on failure To rectify the injustice. A deathly cauldron of three despairing entities Who have no reason to clam up Their lugubrious and loquacious souls; A shaker of add-on’s missing An acquiescing march; Those amazing clues will burden These angels seeking A blue and final curtain; A command performance - More comments to absorb; And a baseless taste Of sweet pies in the forecast! |