To Chivalry!

Now is not the time to cower and pray
In gothic caverns of Christian despair
But to pitch on in to the public fray
With a simple statement that says "I care."
I care about all the so called losers
Abandoned by the sterile logistics
Of the profiting prophets and choosers
Un-flamed by altruistic phlogistics.
I care that comfort, by high rent, is rent
And that people on the streets may suffer.
Is there no way to get what needs spent
To promote a more civilized buffer?
Must we, Spartan-like, leave the weak to the dogs
And menace each other with unsheathed blade
Like the wild and uneducated trogs
That make good people everywhere afraid?
NO. We are the gods who rule with measure,
Not the brutish lackeys of yesteryear
That valued only trinkets and treasure
Between caving in to another fear!
So, divest yourselves of your inert couch.
Pry yourselves from your perpetual sit
And find a way to stop being a grouch
That shows the world you still give a shit!
Give a shit about neighborhood folks
Like the old ladies or messed up young blokes.
Then give a fresh damn about reviving good cheer
By raising a pint to your Midnight Sonneteer!