I don't think that it's spiritual to say
There's a silver lining in every cloud
Blocking the sun on the worst winter day,
When single sunbeams are considered a crowd,
As we all circle God's entropic drain
During the storm of ruination's flush
Picking the worst of the populist brain
Painting sweet freedom with too broad a brush.
But from all that we could well retire
If forbearance were better regarded,
As democracy is under fire
By citizens...extremely retarded,
While, with law, we would participate
To see hateful bosses...incarcerate.