….and in the dawn they waited,
beached like stalwart sea gulls, raising
their heads to the din of cannon-fire,
debating the debauchery of human
kindness and the mystical emphatic
atrophy of logical existence..
...so we asked ourselves, ‘What if sentiment
did not exist?’ Would we placate the halls,
burden the steers, force our words to be
heard above the rising dissolution of a
melancholy system? It was a social injustice
we could not avoid so we conjured up our
discernment and joined the force with great
tribulation and thorough tenacity ..and waited
until another day when a more deserving
action ought be fortified and forgotten…