Simplicity

Innocence born

does not stay

birthing on cycle

to live again

evidence born by bad men

sailing into bergs, intention-ally

Suns do shine without the shade

rolling in the hay

memories spring from loins untouched

the dog sits by the side

little ones confide

hands slip closer in the night

reaching out for right

gambling for a better plight

voices smothered by bigly might

Surrogate lips so sweet

rally partisans to fight

bending wills in fright

taking delight in lying,

winning!

Impeaching childhood dreams

with pens passed out to destiny

eroding shores from sea to sea

while masses plead

“please cry for me,

cry for me

is this, is this

meant to be?"