Sorrow's Symphony Poem by Christine Errett

Violent nature crass and cruel, you take the world upon it - singing merry jibes against us, - verily you lie
Silent stalker in the night - you hellish rapist, taking all and giving none, you sing your merry song
Those who enter all themselves— all the more they care to wish stepping on the stones of others crawling your way upward
Boastful brute bear fruits of burden to all those forced to heed your song—melodious fools, we sing along
Power into the voracious yearn, - teach the way of the corrupted —their melody marches downward
Tempted by the sinful slant- leaning toward their own destruction— living greedily in shame, their happy dirge go on
Swirling tempest, visual sound, you speak— controlling the weak and lame, with shrieking voice you swoon
Matter of nothing quarrel their view- see consequence of their indecision—make old the new song of few
Silent watching darkness rising— death be life to the unconcerned- their procession — adieu- to all
Lightened seekers pure and few, silent screaming voice unheard—to all except the free and true
Lost and forlorn right the wrong, though the wrong continue, seeking that which is previous sought, the song is sung anew
The melody seek harmony is soil full of noise, rare sight to see the song sung free in two parts unto Thee