Rescues Question Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

O' miscreant of envy
Your brevity doth surmount
With your covetous bounty
Careless whisper's they come about

Voices speaking most harshly
Of your deviant debased demands
Carefully designed with scarlett pen
Slaves comply to your most wicked hands

Corrupt you garner that which 'tis not yours
To be exploited at your every whim
Drenched in the greed filled air
Your victims fates seem so very grim

Where oh where are our hero's?
You know the gallant's that save the day
Knight's of Chivelry and their riders
Are they lost in midival yesterday?

(Dedicated to: D. and D. Farr
Merkel-Trent)