GENTLEMAN OF PANACHE

Know all men by these presents, Sang, has the heart that sings, The song has been sang, by the heart that sings, Time is upon us… We must convene the brethren code, We must all honor the call for we have been summoned. For the world is well rid of justice, fairness, equality and love, We live in the age when man offers desire as justification for his crimes in order to accomplish his selfish ends! Better were the days when the mercy of the seas of the life we sail in came not from the weight of coin in our pockets but from the sweat of a man’s brow and the strength of his back alone, you all know this to be true mates. Oppression and servitude speak of twined destinies but should they ever join us to desperation and dictate our course? Nay I say. Leaders charm the masses with promises of a better tomorrow, of a fatter drop of water in the desert, Yet, within they are imprisoned in greed and corruption! Words spoken through prison bars lose their charm, to them I say,

Belittle naught of this self. A herd-less herdsman he be, Yet, a herdsman rod at hand, Treading these valleys and highlands; tread he does, Threads of charmful whistling of ancient tunes escaping this self’s lips chastening the lonely ranges. A lone ranger in the vast wilderness; is this self, Like a wayward stream, lost from the world like a treasure-hunt course. Yonder, the horizon, a vision he chases, Knowing nay, of whence shall mine heroics be exalted, To the end of the earth…search for my vine. Disrobed of whom inspired the stars to fall from the heavens, Whose words stirred the soul and boiled the blood. Swallowed whole into the belly of the beast that is her passion; swallowed whole was this self. My queen dethroned from her throne in my heart. Fly, would this self, In then days when lilies grew up in the skies; in then days would this self fly. Now, with the heights deflowered of the whiteness of the lilies, The old wings that enabled he to soar high s