Clean Name Bereft of Blame Game

Undone No problem Dog gone Grow solemn in Harlem, but think clean name bereft of blame game Which advances your worthy cause In form and substance Required to insert a new clause In the wake of a changed circumstance Despite bites of June mornings When blankets and layers of beddings warm Bodies stuck in fast deteriorating dwellings As protagonists and antagonists betray a lukewarm Posture and you wander about Asking why matters you deemed in place Suddenly sprout A disgrace in the face of the ace Whose intervention from a distant past tear apart well laid plans Articulated after delicate and exacting negotiations To transport cargoes of unresolved bits and pieces in vans Filled to the brim at filling stations where stallions Revolted, cavorted and inverted Dishes, pots, saucepans and kettles Converted Into nettles That in the fullness of time Shot to the surface to unleash horrors Which opted to climb Walls with crumbling masonry to spread terrors That ripped apart the conference room In which you pledged to renew wedding vows When green monsters chose to zoom in and spread gloom and doom In front and back rows Where guests scampered to safety Leaving behind snacks Smashing the fragile property With ice cold packs That broke up the gathering Scattering flower vases in all directions When presiding clergymen decided the ring Promoted insurrections To postpone discussions to a later Date agreed upon by stakeholders Who made up their mind it was better To save a clean name bereft of any blame game that only brought more shame.