Meek Manners And Bold Banners Poem by John Sensele

Droves and groves of darkness driven in rickshaws of dissipation
Shake to their foundation heaps and drips of innocence
Grown in salient steps in anticipation
That progress pricks open wounds of imbalance

Weighed against flares of care cultivated
In travails that avail advances
Processed after assessment indicated
Needs for innocence to devolve dances

Minds meander in to invite dollops of hope
To rescue sanity and dignity from complacency
Imbibed in goblin gulps that grope
For light and might in the darkness decency

Strains and cranes to appropriate proportions dunces imitate
Manners that grow and throw rows of spanners
In the works full of ammunition to decimate
Conduits of despair to pave the way for meek manners and bold banners

When envelopes of hope in their sterling scope
Shine light to illuminate stairs
Where despair creeps, sleeps and weeps to hope
For a solution that solves pesky problems upstairs

Sowing seeds that weed out feeds
In formulated fractions and functions with efficacy
Effectiveness and efficiency creeds
In a manner dishing out an adroit diet delicacy

When an invisible hand snaps to attention
Combat crews primed to wipe out
All clouds of despondency whose mission
Terminates defeat deficiencies beyond any shadow of doubt.