Shame in futility


I never have availed myself as a savant out loud,
but I feel I must hail myself for once; and flaunt as proud.
I know the world is crashing in,
and you might be disavowed...
Many of us have already been purged
—which shouldn’t be allowed—
but I cannot fix that; sadly,
I haven’t been endowed
with powers to undo these wrongs.
I feel forever cowed.
All I can is do my best to brighten up this cloud;
so I will keep composing, as long as I have a crowd.

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