The Do Who Weight

Blessed is he who is not offended As the final sentence is carried out Off with his head, hope is dead The throng is left...tethered to doubt The Savior is buried ' in still stone The children, duped, alone Was there ever a "god" on the throne Images build as shadows dart Darkness thickens like tar It matters, no longer, about good We must adjust to the way things are ... In the void, connections become weighed With the do that was done The who that supposedly won As the City of Lights, barred and gated ...against what Family that won't come Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-26-2022