Deep in December

poem

img via Tenor

In hallowed halls
They make the calls
For all the enchanted
And those who run rampant
Who beg to differ
It’s a new world order
And a feminine touch
With a new air brush
So how many seasons
And for how many reasons
Can those lie in waiting
Lie abating
Play host to the bills
Seek more chills
In wars that are breaking
With laws frustrating
The brave and the free
With all guns blazing
The Red and the blue
All those goaded
Edward…