seapuppy

Not much new, but what to do?
Corrupt the brew, then ask them who;
Who stopped the dew, who'll end them too?

Break their toes and bend their thoughts
To form in their world of thought
The twisted and morbid and sadistic dreams
Of perfect beauty in a hopeless land
Of death and anger and dearth of joy
To realese love and peace and kindess of all.

Repent your dreams, renounce your hate
Speculate your narrow-minded utopia;
Follow through to new engagements to better others
In darkened times of death and famine and hateful
infringements.