How dare, how could, oh no, again.
Disgracing our elders, full ancestry shamed,
My potteried standards, their shards in shatters,
Rightness brings change daring, careless pup-youngsters,
To tyrants’ blame tortures for ignorant sufferers.
How dared you to rise on your podium highlighting,
Your spectacular correction, blasted me in shadowy hiding.
But never such remedy steered me to port,
I ploughed, furrow plodding, cared not your gale’s force.
Dusk-facing, stilling wind, yet you never gave in,
Trapping we mortals in our eerie sins.
And when standards you set, we finally safe reached,
You vouchsafed crumb-comforts as scant-clad reliefs.
© Sam McKeon 2015
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