O mighty righteous man who rule this world
You sense what’s right or wrong, and all our facts
are yours to bend or keep in secret furled.
O humble, gentle man with sense for tact
your swing is perfect and your ball can curl.
We trust your patience to destroy the pacts.
to improve this world we don’t need your alms,
No, mighty man please give us guns and bombs.
Frank want us to use irony today at dVerse MTB. I couldn’t help to write to make it political and in the form of ottava rima. Bar is open now.
March 30, 2017