Evil sees as evil does
Yet out of sight out of mind
The angel still is in a bind
No matter if you catechism
Or not, polka dotted or stripes
The cataclysm ignites, dreams
Leave room for peace, a real
Recovery from the daily fight
And grind in this moist, fevered
World. Pacifist sees as pacifist
Does, learning regardless if
We like it or knot, have you
Untied your tensions from
The stressors of the day?
Hope tried to leave the world
And he didn’t do so very lightly,
Left himself in quite the jam
Where the steaming percolator’s
Pressure is now slightly. A bit
Of ice could cool down this
Place, and of course this must
Be the place eh? Did we listen
To well to the talking heads and
Burnt down the house? Left lonely
In a smoky world where the flames
Are lightly dowsed, we better get
Our act together or the least of
Our problems – collectively as
A human race – will literally be
The blind leading blind bellwether.
1140pm 8-13-23
the ivory rose