"BELLIGERENCES”

Why not enter fields of endeavor

With anxiety and boldness?

After all there is no fault to find

In a admirable rebellious state pinch of heraldry

Actually, there is also no redeemable worthwhile caustic remedy

No-where is there the peace of mind or thought

To reconcile absolute anarchy of spirit

Bring on lost causes, spill over politic humor

For no brute kindness is evident

In moving from beast to beast

Looking for lands end.

Perhaps it’s one that hill

The hummock with the heath-like surface

Broad expanses of artistic roots

Are strewn about at pleasurable instances

But whatever the cause, bring on a guilty bust of Caesar (hangdog look and all)

Offset by reasonable existence and co-existence

None will be allowed to flower

Without reasonable cause

Such is rigidity of purpose.

Again, out of the depths of insurgence

Comes a litter of newborn rebels

Bent on destruction and fully aware of their faults

But so what, they say

Are we not organized to disorganize?

Crumble, crumble, go the stones of reality

And set up in never-ending sconce

Awful truths of injustice

Borderline spent anemia comes to bear

Benevolent to its own virtue

Nothing to allow freedom to stand out

Before noble authority draws blood

Expiring autocrats deny the privilege appointed them

August of mature, but reticent in speech

Their tally of good is offset by a score of dastardliness

Expect more belligerences to puncture the surface of the millennium

Than there’s no future to fight for…