like Summer, the Goblet sworn

To vermilion, the light assays to bliss We fight vile powers of hate, give it to remis As the sinews of grace, walks the annals of time. Seethe in atoning rhyme. To salt the fields of woe and soulful sublime. Or see to kiss and punch The remorseless zones of vital crunch. Or will to the dream of sonnet of will. Or draw the tapestry, of political angst to fill Or fuel the fire of the dance of war So we walk in the tresses of Constitutional purity to soar I have walked the land, like around me An unjustified ethnic cleansing Me a exile among much unwarranted ire. I never deserved this professional fire Never contracted in to, " the Games" Or allowed to learn the same nor did I break anything in volition. Neither in culpulbillity did I cause sedition. Neither am I a "mind poacher" to be a monster. We naturals are light Let us fight only the evil. To turn it aright.