What might of mine is certain toinflict upon the forlorn child
a further devastating blow
of mind and soul and futures hope.
Swift carriage of a former day
did sway and tip at first it met
a mound erected just that hour
and spilt its contents in slick mud.
But darkened though the pages were
and unfit for further good use
the words remained, persisted, stayed
and latched themselves to writers' teets.
From where the source of hues and fire
did meet the guile of lesser men
has circumstance thus been defiled
power raged with hypocrisy.
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