Pieces Of Charcoal In The Grave Poem by John Sensele

Pieces of charcoal parachuted into the grave
Whose residents shied way from the brave
Who heeded the clarion call
To play the peace plethora ball

When hot heads greater good they chose to retire
Cos implosions in their heads couldn't hold fire
At the junction head-on collisions chose
To deflower the peace and bliss rose

When bliss began to plead
For hot heads their impulses to bleed
Or else the crossing of the rubicon
Soon would alight from the diligent drone

Whose wrath rose to a crescendo
First here, next there not on Nintendo
But in hearts fed up with malfeasance
Gone rogue in sessions of misfeasance

Sane souls no longer swallow
Whether they shamble fast or slow
Given the breaking point encountered
When insanities and vanities sauntered

To wreck norms of daily discourse
Served in the dessert course
Where greater good no longer stood tall
For popular peace to play her robust role.