Striking swiftly from the outside, Restraint from steady hand wrested and pried, Horror laughing while ill news betides: The marching madness that no longer hides. The dull acceptance, the bended knee, The fading reluctance for all to see. The base discordance: that is the key, No counter-performance; tacit agree. Harsh undercurrent Roils and churns. It’s waited long, It takes its turn. Claiming all It’s never earned – Now it smolders, Soon it burns. The sickly praising: craven applied. Wrong rearranging taken in stride. Bad paraphrasing: unwilling bride, When all is blazing, who steps aside? Harsh undercurrent Roils and churns. It’s waited long, It takes its turn. Claiming all It’s never earned – Now it smolders, Soon it burns. Who put us on this course we’ve plied? A fall that’s sold as if a ride. How much farther can we slide? What resistance have we not tried? Harsh undercurrent Roils and churns. It’s waited long, It takes its turn. Claiming all It’s never earned – Now it smolders, Soon it burns.
