A benevolent relevance, glowing with sparkles
Twinkling remarkably in eyes of disciples
Sent by none, to massage a message
Into the back of tons, a populated measure
Righting what's wrong, or at least making better
One shallow purpose, ripples never ending
Skipping, never lending, a stone of faith
To droplets soaked by articles of waste
Distaste, misplaced anger, mace
Sprayed in eyes of batoned headaches
Sunset ever fleeting on hope, not seeking
A way out, not even a beacon
A hand may deepen, the seed of stubborn leaching
Off the blood of fallen weaklings
Shed by pointless beatings, no mercy
A united stand, we sit, laying down to fit
Irrelevant fixes on problems too quick
Not knowing as one, a job done is obtained
Grasping together fingers of dirty strain
Interlocked with futures bright again.
