Feb 2021
A faceless crowd,
With madness abound,
To gather strength,
And pull you down
A faceless man,
With wicked hands,
Will hold a candle,
And make last stands
A broken law,
Will hem and haw,
Locked in the cellar,
The last you saw
An ugly thought,
That time forgot,
Will bleed it's ink,
To skin that's sought
A cheery smile,
After life's hard mile,
Would stick much finer,
Than your witch trials
A heart that's gray,
Still beats the same,
But one that's nurtured,
Loves more each day
With madness abound,
To gather strength,
And pull you down
A faceless man,
With wicked hands,
Will hold a candle,
And make last stands
A broken law,
Will hem and haw,
Locked in the cellar,
The last you saw
An ugly thought,
That time forgot,
Will bleed it's ink,
To skin that's sought
A cheery smile,
After life's hard mile,
Would stick much finer,
Than your witch trials
A heart that's gray,
Still beats the same,
But one that's nurtured,
Loves more each day
A small six stanza basic rhyme poem meant to remind us of the viral nature of our actions. We, like oil tankers, will sometimes bleed into the sea. Perhaps a petroleum covered seal is not the best end to our emotional flow. Or as the band, Modest Mouse once said, "You were spitting venom at most everyone you know." Lets aim for something sweeter.
