Have you not rained on enough parades?
Turned down the sun until all joy fades.
Can you not see the storms you have wrought?
Sincere forgiveness you should’ve sought.
How do you look in the eyes you’ve dimmed?
Poisonous cocktails, with lies, you’ve rimmed.
Do you not know what the difference is?
Between everyone’s & your own biz.
Will your honest admissions heal wounds?
If not, we’ll all drown in your monsoons.
L.B.Stowe 