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