Sly are the thoughts as they dance across their brow
Sinister is the outpouring of condemnation and cruelty
Yet to try and understand is to be mystified on approach
As those around us seem to lose all sense of humanity
Become among the few a voice that cries out for help
And offer up to the populace what others might disdain
For immediate are the concerns of the many in fear
Due to a world that no longer makes sense in context
Blessed are the shields that carry roses and breathe life
Living and giving and entertaining thoughts of peace
With actions tried and true upon death's dire knocking