Current Mettle Standings

Where does it stand at end of day?
Did clergy get a raise in pay?
And Junior one sabbatical?
Did they create a spectacle?

Well, yes, and yes, and may be so;
It went quite well as such things go;
Quite torn was I – does giving voice
To some raise specter of a choice?

For choice and voice for some folks there
Is only time they’ll ever dare
To speak; for small minds, small thoughts think,
And those, unfettered, good ships sink.

Some bear a root of bitterness
From former life, or wickedness
Some other bloke inflicted on
Their lives, some incident of wrong.

And from that root springs up a shoot,
Then leaf, and flower, with seeds to boot,
Which like prolific dandelion,
Corrupt a field which once was fine.

How vivid still here in my mind
Is that one chick with venom fine,
Who held her court – a giver type –
From in behind she liked to snipe.

Who needs it? Lunatics indeed
Run institutions, spread their seed-
Words into minds which love such trash;
Rise to such voids when question’s asked.

There seems to be a power within
Such structured settings – no one wins,
And all are losers in the day
She holds her court – drives good away.

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