• Through waves of gray, the sea gives way
    the air of dismay fills our souls today,
    Too much and too long we tread
    exasperation imminent, only dread
    Conspires to fray the little thread
    that thread of civility will fall
    No pain too vast or small, submerges all.

    Engulfed and inflamed with promises of change
    the degradation of conciliation now
    Entitled, all enthralled, our rights seem deranged,
    the dedaration of humiliation now.
    Spires carry on with torches in hand,
    our hours devour our sanity today
    In waves of gray, and entrails of day
    the red set meets the vermilion stains.