POLITICAL Poem: Keen was the Shining, by Robin Styles Oliver

Purpose of a mannerism,
shed I but a tear betrayed
when that boy was shot;
and resounding gasped a
world aggrieved, for their
youth perceived itself
where bullets hail ever.

Life knew once that fight
belongs where good men
die; though wherest once
dwelt a kindred has since
become enemy to another.
Wiser was a rock that
perceived itself shaken.

Kinder was that day
before this night fallen
upon the silt of gauntlet
so fraught dear of lies;
and to believe kind will
duly should have seen
where goes the hand.

Late, we are, to believe.
Early we become to war.
Cancel, for tooth and jaw
should be the law; and
fire has its crown in the
annals of time where
once regal knew brave.

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