Swinging a sword of Justice

Swing a sword,

Tinged Seasoned sweetness,

Raging commadore,

Complete with an abstract law,

Who ever thought rationality would  seep a just cause,

Rawkus and dormant,

Like the rotting carcass of a socialist, 

Veins seep blood,

Darkened memoirs and malignant  mucus, 

I spit in the face of detractors,

Thankless like step children, 

Born with an air of expectancy, 

Under the horizon of the hated ,

Breath abaited and waited,

Like lady haversham,

Cobwebbed,

Storied ,

Civilians disinterested  in war stories,

Left undernourished by the bosom of a widening  social cleavage ,

My words warm the hearts of the nonbelievers
Sheathless,

A worst kept secret,

Hypotheical hypothesis  deapens,

Cuts the air like moped  floors and sneakers,