Vital Poem by Mark Heathcote

Is your love a defector?
Can it ever be faithful?
Find that one allegiance.

How can I trust you?
When your happy abandoning
You’re every principle.

What ties, bonds, bound you?
Wasn’t it, I who found you?
Made you feel whole.

Wasn’t it “I”
Who transported you?
Schooled you; foremost in love.

But like a bought judge!
Didn’t you wavier away what’s right
Hammer your gavel down.

On the side of every bad hoax
Evil scheme played out
Just to remain excited vital.