I'll take a quiet meadow when offered.
Have I taken it too far?
Gravity puts me on again
The barge that pulls us all
Power money organized
And fairness vileness squalls.
Of course the trees the bees the seas
Would whisper sweet retreat
While in this crowd I must regard
My responsibility seat
Where the good will dig and splash
Associate conceit.
Shallow laws and broken jaws
We thirsty wish for peace
And yet the fight is where we might
Cause guilt and ills to cease.
Perhaps one day the civil sway
Will be an easy play.
Roman Ryan 