These are the days,
these are days. . .
far more devastating on lands on end,
far more crucial poliscifully.
As Prof. Xavier once removed,
then Scott keeps on weeping.
That these are days we are to see and feel,
how to be blind and with a carelessly heart,
to say the amount of each heart we take,
to balance out our own indulgent sufferings.
Ahh to preach on, but I am not that kind.
Only one to say the amount of so many in a quatrain,
once upon someone else’s brain.