To the young
a harrowing sometimes fatal ordeal
slashing the morn of being new to aged woes

To the adult
the horrid perplexities of realties flummoxed
in man's inhumanity to man in joyless corruption

To the gifted
the tainted affirmation of the degradations in lower circles
where jealousies and envy decay to feed the scums of pond lives

In true realms
the recognition and dread of sterling qualities
measures that so surpasses and light so blinding
stunningly harnessing pains and revolt in lessers' invoking
base irrationalities while at same anointing the edifice of the Standard

Please leave the youths alone
let them grow for they are the future
of me you and all of us and all our bright morrows
Nature chooses leaders for night does not get in the face of daylight


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