Finding Answers to unanswered questions thoroughly quested to ignore,
Binding brightly resolutions, to be seen once again nevermore,
The cause of caged realizations limps gingerly to my door,
Once was answered then forgotten, at least since man four scored,
And what forseen will forsake all who criticize what it takes,
And to the preachers and the laymen, hurried buried by the scores,
Your false injunctions will not suffer, unless held upon my court,
Stolen wishes dreams deferred, kept in jars to be stored,
But do they deserve all said scorn,
I say it was unto them born,
Below a brazen balding moonshine,
In a field agape of corn,
Nurtured in the land seem-ed torn,
By darkened danken man of horn.
Trust we lay, on those who lay, in evil beds
Dreaming dreadful dreary dreads,
And the future we rest upon the heads
Of the youth, whether they want it or not.
