Monopolising Youth and Sorrow

Monopolising Youth And Sorrow Elevations of my soul soar toward the remnants of a dream Revelations on growing old pour out from behind a stifled scream Contemplations on what is sold when they are looking to demean Vaccinations for a cold that conjures up something else that we need to clean Hybrid inflections of my own vocal intonations spoken loud Cybrid reflections of the local community standing proud I hid my good intentions in humility so it went unnoticed like a cloud Then rid my inane inventions of the need to be read aloud Placating a crying child at the latest social sense of some injustice felt Berating a sighing wild woman for some recompense for what she’s dealt Negating a dying portion of my defense that can’t be helped Aggregating a lying fortune teller for the notches upon her animal pelt Cascading waterfalls that know it all as each droplet begins to fall Crusading commissioners that show their hand and try to remain standing tall Parading provisioners that refuse to give an inch of kindness or at all Degrading derisioners that choose to refuse to relent and constantly show their gall Light to bear an obvious burden that will not go away Sight to tear a ludicrous sermon to pieces on a sacred Sunday Delight to wear the luminous speakers thoughts who has something to say Insight to hear the subtle sounds of discernment and decay A subtle refine of elegance blazed across the sky The trouble in the recompense of someone always asking why A bubble of sorrowful defence as I’m so inclined to cry As the rubble of their pretence makes me report another wide eyed sigh Wisdom and the benevolence that Rumi writes of constantly Children get through a broken fence as I stand there observing solemnly Give them a solid defense as they don’t stand a chance without it properly As the system relents and continues to dance around the next monopoly The End Copyright