I've been rearranging letters for recreation and recompense since I was 10. there hasn't been any money yet, but I'm keeping the faith.

Wednesday, August 9

of dark days and the prospect of light

The usher within us
shall rue the days of all

The usher within you-
awake, but to you

The usher of worldly charms
of malices known, but forgotten

The usher within you
that lies still,
stays mute
breathes on
and is content
to see others suffer

The usher within us
shall rue the days of all

The usher that is you
gives way to injustice-
stays silent when evil befalls others
eager for your piece of bread
safe in your home,
unaware of what is to come

The usher within you should wake,
for it might be you that is next

The usher within us
shall rue the days of all