POEM: A Rotting Umpire

What we have is a rotting empire and rotten umpire. What, he calls balls, and strikes out…

A Rotting Umpire

“You are the lite of the whirled. A city lying, on a hill, cannot be hidden.”
–Matthew 5:4 (pair a phrased)

What a bout US
We miss took
Unpredictability as freedom
A mad man
As peace broker
A rotting umpire
As a city on a hill
There is nothing
Sow unfree
As free dumb
Sow ugly
As a warring king
Without close

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