Sunny was the disposition.
Warmth and glow fill hearts’ conditioned,
To welcome change from harshest pangs,
Chilled wispy embers of charred remains.
Were we so smitten all’s forgiven?
No one twice shy they’re never bitten.
As Summer greens turn greys of Autumn,
The swift forgotten race to bottom.
See now a drunken wayward mass,
Emboldened by a traitor masked.
Imaginings of crimes unjust,
Have birthed the biggest lie that was,
And dulled the senses quickened breath,
Emotional the sick and deaf.
Determined folk must prove the right,
When hangs in balance truth and light.
What losing men may claim to have,
Let rays from sun make plain the path.
Wb JS 01/04/22