"Foul Course"

Where Mankind stands in threshold Violence,
Ill temper'd, envisioned their Past repeat.
Thunder, lightening sewn in mortal hands,
Sever Innocent from Civil, as hands from feet.
Greed triumphs, desires wage War on Peace,
Soft Mind's corrupt Heart, the idle bleat.
Glare, stare, dare scream, silence yet undone,
'ere Voice conjured awaken'd sleep, Courage in retreat.
Wrap'd comforts weakens strength 'n' will Serves Foul Course with wine and Innocence as Meat.