Wholly Spirit Inspired
A blow is smote, the poet wrote
Lines appear, almost innate, from pen upon
The paper
A yearning presence presses in with thoughts
And visions; senses spin, much to ponder? The coldness
So impersonal, prevalent now in people for the
Doctors of discord; and fear, promoted here
Against the promise of God’s favour the
Scene’s do blind, as evil drives, to be
The soul narrator. 2023 this year why do
We fear? Why angst, why altercations?
For I hear Hu-mans grandiose plans of
Inclusive; segregation? With Community the prize; yet its
Still
Denied! Through once it were as staple the
Underpin; uniting thing. That calm does bring to every
Errant caper. There is never need for rampant greed, abuse
And fornication the evil duress; the house arrest
And deep falsehood to all nations!
©Joe Maverick 6-8-2023
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