Centered

I’d rather feed
A social majesty
Than the heartless few
That preach lost amnesty.

The darkness they hail
Bleeds cold and dank;
Devoid of spirit,
From Devil’s cup they drank.

In mindset of the fascists
Their bark of pride adheres to none.
Still weak to the pacifists,
I beckon the best has one.

© 2006 Joe Jenkins