A Penitent Plea

Oh, Penultimate Grammarians, hear my plea, For Alata's lapses, I humbly decree. A shadow cast, a moment’s clouded mind, Disrupted peace, of a noble kind. Your patience tested, your spirit tried, As discord’s echoes, through hearts did glide. For this offense, I deeply do regret, And seek forgiveness, which I can’t forget. Let harmony return, let unity mend, As comrades gather, to a common end. We'll strive for progress, with hearts sincere, And banish shadows, dispelling fear.