Dear Sanity

Turn to ashes, ...a blaze by many, dear sanity: ...Thy arc has fallen round, by sound it's vanishing wonder has dissipated. By wind, by anger and by noise. Dear sanity: return insanity into the void. Allow the common peace a chance to be. It's run rampant far too long, a brutal song; of death, of violence and greed. Dear Sanity: Creator of the arc, your will is stark yet ignored. Subject to abuse, lies and gore. Your word has vanished, what has come? What will be? Disaster? Tragedy? I fear to think. Yet there's no place to hide, from crazy rich people on a high. A greed high, it's the worst. Whether you hear this or not, somebody please give them some pot. Maybe they'll finally leave us alone.