A Twist In a Damsel's Mist

Three cheers for the damsel Who despite numerous reverses Smiles for souls who fell In love upon assimilating vivid verses Which struck cores and stores of emotions Moved to mercy bereft of ecstasy Stimulating motions and demotions Sometimes driven to a fallacy When real life drifts into so much sorrow To the extent where hope Seems to die together with tomorrow Whose prospects grope for dope Although faith Beaten into submission Rises and slays the wraith For whose motion emission Damsels cry Arguing societies immersed in spiritual and moral theories Hardly try To rid themselves of dictactorship diaries Where they pigeon-hole Good and bad At a level where their North Pole Feels sad and mad When societies despite their claims fail Abysmally to resolve conundrums Damsels negotiate in an unresolved hell That forever beats drums Telling society to get real To stop resorting to simple solutions To complex issues that feel As if societies recycle through motions Instead of tackling topical matters Whose resolution Though painful scatters Uncertainty in the lotion That offers cosmetics Rather than promoting moves To the next level beyond semantic gymnastics Whose gist in a twist of mist proves Futile at best and sterile at worst In comparison to the pain and strain Damsels absorb as if cursed To sustain perennial strain in the main Without an end in sight Prompting damsels to deride efforts Parents and their generations present to fight Pains and strains damsels’ escorts Bear as they fare badly In a context of no war, no peace When they confront sadly and madly Pesky problems in a world whose woes seem neither to cease nor decrease.