Leadership's Cup

The treadmill of dissension causing force, 'twas not my earmark, not my focused gain. A wound inflicted does not heal the source but only suffers definition as the stain! So thank you, Lord, the hurt you took away, not just my own to bear, nor that of prey. The wounds I did not cause, the words I say, the hurt with its emboss, the needless gray - In leadership's contend, the soul's distaff does take the cup, as seeking some amend, within the lips to burnish fate's foul wrath, as drinking yet ... my enemies befriend!