Shadow cloaks the searing throng When wrong obliterates the song, When carnal mindsets intervene To render that, so right, obscene. What triggers monstrous-ness to rise Eventuates as no surprise Like carnage spread across the world Hang livid, blood red flags, unfurled. Shadows in the searing throng As seething others croon the wrong.
Addendum to Spygrandson's great work,"Appalachian Trail Markers".