Lift It Swift Poem by John Sensele

Lift the load I carry
Empowering me with the certainty
You and I shall bury
The hatchet harbouring our worst uncertainty.

Lift the veil of the cloud
Hanging over our future
When families and homilies grow too proud
Chiding us, hiding in the guise of culture.

Lift the sanction I suffer
Bearing an unfair criticism burden
Your associates to me offer
All at once in our garden of Eden.

Lift the ban I dislike
Hurting my ego, blurting nonsense
On your clan's traditional trip I can't hike
Cos primitive practices pulverize the essence of common sense.