Dear Terrans, I was working on a letter, but this kind of took over my efforts, so here it is.
Blessed Hearts
It’s a dangerous weather tell
That gets louder and strong:
When local men get it right,
But the man gets it wrong
And bullies the people
Into “radicals”
That court Common Sense.
It can give a man thoughts:
“Bless their hearts
Inflamed by wrongs.
I'll cheer them on heartily
But from out of their throng.
It’s costing me nothing
To tell them all ‘No'.
I'll live for my family
Not die for their goals.”
Yet association
Brought “guilt” readily.
Suspicion occasioned
At but a chance meet.
His loyalty met
The crooked guards’
Authoritarian violence
And inhumane hearts.
His blessed heart,
Inflamed by wrongs,
Now associates heartily,
Far away from the throne.
It's costing him nothing
And his glad goodbye,
Shames all the abusers
Of the peace that he tried.
-Pen
81 Ar 7380