Which learn`d old age breath bound youth
In a same line;forthright with stern contempt
Making way for a rebukation then I sigh
The inevitable amiss I cannot avoid myriad to count.
The screens accentuate such sentiments:
The boisterous radio echoes such assertions daily.
The press second these notions with horrid stories.
And o`r grumpy roads,the lone lots we tread daily.
One amiss engross the memory file play`d on a screen;
As retold:a schooling girl traversing the tawny field
With a friend then conjured a lechery-beast with a gun.
A friend ran,on gun point the girl was repeatedly raped.
Fraught with this painting abhorrence,
Of savage humanity I pine for change.
