• You,
    Caught up in the middle:
    How soon ere we forget
    The generous length
    Of time entrusted
    And blessing bestowed.

    By gifted reason
    We are left abandoned
    Through cankerous vices -
    The plotting of jealous hearts
    Who smile in your face,
    Holding daggers to your back.

    This too,
    Although caught in the middle,
    Shall overcome the multitude
    Where erring, can there be nothing
    Much more left to tell
    But the simplistic, unerring truth.