Five Years

Many were wrapped up in good intent,
And encircled by the simmer of anger/fear,
Or the dull monochrome blue of depression.
The leaders, breeders, and pirates gamed,
Or were gamed, and fed static to the scattered.
Knits assembled like soldiers to overturn equally
All corruption, verity, vice, and clarity.
Loosened by the blasts were old motes of unreason,
And miles of new shoes for the small few willing
To tread in a direction neither right nor left.