the weak little bullied day
as gentle and useless
ghastly fray
sworn oafs loud in the making
of country bells ringing
and child mistaken
for as drawn bridge
was lowered
and peasant boy stood coward
all the knights and princess
held tar and feather
yet the castle did fade
inside of mornings haze
reluctant and estranged
the dinners rebounded in shame
our mornings news
not fraught,, not courageous
has not celebrated words
nor taught callous rangle
