Many is the misbegotten moments in time

When things popular were not for the good

And good deeds were mistreated as if a crime

With either the populace or the rulers misunderstood

But truth, as such, as a way of finding the surface

And people choose with deliberation to turn and face

Taking up the standard that truth is better than fiction

Moving aside all the things that cause such friction

And taking up the call to make the world right

Prepared to give all in this fight..

I hope this day returns again soon…

As I watch the piped piper of self indulgence play the tune

And turn too many backs on principles

Sometimes only found only in Holy Books and temples