Honest
I don't fight for the rules. Fools fight
For the right to use tools. Cool nights
Might cause fright for ghouls. Jewel light
Gives us reason for fuels. Cruel sprites
Shed light on shimmering pools.
I do fight for the roles. Politicians pursue
Unsavory goals. Technicians knew
They sold their souls. Conditions grew
Unfavorably for polls. Admissions accrue
Unsavory agency for tolls.
Shattered dreams
In the souls of dead purists
Rest in peace
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2019
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