Away from wee morning…

Sentenced ourselves to mandatory thinking
Asking valid questions
‘Where does our present lead us?’

Success came easy in theory
Wishing in comfort
But there were few horses
For the strong
Then we did contest
They prosecuted our ability
Judged our inability
And then we lost; our broken hearts
A chance to spend love.


Thoughts were different yet on course
Had super energy, power
But the language, unspoken.


Our only mission remained
To rise above the scarlet domant Today
That separates hope from ambition
The widow from the orphan
The sun from the shadow
That tide that threatens stability.