Under the Green Desk Lamp…
And turn the tides towards the truth.
Flush out the frenzy of fury and fear,
This dreadful dearth of decency.
To cure the conscience and cleanse the corrupt,
To run roughshod over the ruthless and reticent,
Rejoicing in righteous resistance.
For you I’d find favour and fight folly,
Eschew even the most enviable egress,
To stand and study in silent sorrow,
The hardened hearts of hopeful hangers-on.
Alas, in your absence,
Listless and lethargic,
I wait without wonder, wanting for whatever,
May alight within and bring ascension,
To an abode of absolute beatitude.
Until then, useless and unending,
My wait for what I would do,
-Brad OH Inc.