Lost Light

A child that glimpse a future peace should never hear discord between those trusted leaders’ lease that didn’t a honour abort. A promise that couldn’t be fulfilled— the playground no longer; the laughter gone from children once soaked in sun and play. Some rummage in their search to please the gatekeepers at court— most agendas that dazzle, tease accord from hope’s retort. Laughing and fawning ne’er do well, as the donkey’s head in the play* will bray and be lost to reason amongst the light of dawn. My inner child still gasps for peace. The light to shine – afford to dream o' eventual release of smorgasbord rapport.