Mark the 'withered'
words  of St.Mark
Hark! The 'tethered' verse
had gathered many
smothered seeds to grow
Unbothered bards to strow
The words undithered before swords
Of proud religious crowds
Whose life is bound by
books of frigid commands.
The Sun is for all man kind
Spreading love light to all kinds.
Not for 'we' men alone
And not for 'woe' man forlorn.
Its for all unkind and kind alike.
Sun of man is a book
Of compassions with unbound leaves of love
Demands no learning to read and recite
Rewrite and reverberate
It's a book that reads and recites itself
Flows the elixir of life
It waters the withered,
Tethered, thirsty
Creating beauty
Removing dirt and disorder
The Sun of man
Returns for duty,
In uniform every morning.