Succumb
My edgings they are shorn
and trails of truth are knife,
a country sad is born
with each new righteous height!
That definition's strife
encumbers with remorse
were joy the once delight
now singulates conform!
That hedging rules the storm
were once a solemn trite
so far above is from
that minister of fright!
I look for chances glean
a yesterday still rung,
the spirits only dream
the altar's of unsung!
Democracy perverts,
that once my vestige clung
and opposition flirts
but kindling with among!
How strong the arc becomes
that witnessed extrovert
and yet the method brung
extols to so subvert!
Through entities disserve
a marginal outcome
the profiteer's reserves
unlimit life's succumb!
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