Far too many did I poo-poo In the past, for sheerest fears Of disaster, dawning faster When they'd been caught unawares When they questioned fair elections Fingers wringing, furrowed brows I would smile ever politely-- There shall come again a now Now I wonder, faith asunder As every channel tells of hell Discord 'round our world spreads further None preserve her while death knells She knows her leaders prey on chaos While rehearsing empty words No option left to us but watching Their Theater of the Absurd
This is strong and deep sir ❤️
Thanks so much 🙂
You’re welcome sir ☺️
Sir sounds so formal 🙂
My name is David
Okay David 😅