Concerned citizen Alice,
so she can help serve justice,
called up the city police,
bravely named the accomplice
who took away the chalice
inside the blessed Hospice
and hid it in a crevice
behind the broken cornice
away from the edifice.
The deeply-felt prejudice,
eased it was by law’s poultice.
Her civic act served notice
acts of greed and avarice
merits from God no auspice,
will give no one good service,
summer or winter solstice,
veiled by any artifice
is soon bared as by pumice,
every act done with malice
casts him down deep precipice.
© FLQ March 18,2014
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