Durand von Meissen

(13)

What trust their way of pride obtained

In those that helm the lumbering state

Shall not to comfort more incline

Than strife of passion wrought of late.

Between, there is a promise broke

That speaks of ever darkening night

And labors 'gainst the dreadful stroke

Of death, like ships in dire flight.

Their chartered seas for parts forlorn

In credence of foretokened shores

Will not convey the factious storms

Nor gain what love denied before.

And this, the proud not knowing whence

Shall lurch upon familiar scenes

Once ciphered sagely, common thence

To revel in their courts, obscene.

Then bearing on their chosen course

And mocking what is fair or foul

Their blue and gray in time reverse

For unity, their songs avow?

Durand von Meissen

(14)

If they can, with triple band

Wed Bahsaan's bull to Shiloh's mules;

Outrun a troop, alone withstand

A hundred million of the cruel!

Or bounding in the grip of faith

O'er leap the whitewashed walls of mind

And death undo, more radiant

With proof of love, by grace refined!

Behold, they scoff the sacred care

Corrupting in the status quo

To auction off the orphaned heirs

Like sheep among the chatteled fold!

More greedy than conniving guilds

Engrossed upon the public store

They plot against the tithing field

Once left in portion to the poor!

At last, with utter impudence

Of ruling pacts in bonds of state

They wrack upon the innocent

Their lust of power, insatiate!

Durand von Meissen

(15)

They rape the moon, gulp down the sun

Turn native warmth to icy cold

In glory for what pride has won-

A naked world, to privilege sold!

These boldly cruel and faithlessly

Intemperate to the sacred dares

Forsake the rescue of the weak

And grace, whose other's burden bears!

What's more…in any way they choose

They're bounding to the nether part

Where proves what in the soul behooves

For healing remedies of heart!

Both great and small, it is the way

They all shall go, advancing now

To visit on their desert plain

The first anointed met his own!

Such fates are bringing to a head

That hidden in their factious state…

Like poison asps of slinking dread

To strike them, cunning, unawake!

Durand von Meissen

(16)

And lions, lurking in the brush

Where they conceal their interests

Shall cancel with a sudden rush

Their treachery and compromise!

What now they see, a token is

Of that which ere shall sudden be

And vengeful, wreck with peerless fears

The hopes of their once proud conceits!

Then roaring like the oceans' waves

They'll rage in torrents of the lost

And raging, grapes of wrath display

Or reigns of ageless justice tossed!

So shall their boiling tears roll down

And myriad, recompensing ploys

Dance on their condescending frowns

They spent before on care deprived!

Worse for sure and wretched more

For them whose rotten bars of state

Held scorn of truth, let slip the store

Of wealth such care would mediate!

Durand von Meissen

(17)

Now boon or bale is in the mean

Of happenings that shows their part

And illustrates their work conceived

Or faithless, wields the devilish arts!

These arts, their fates have since resolved

With every mite of what they are

To demonstrate from whence evolved

Or failing, burn like falling stars!

And whom shall every compass read

Not owning that of common birth

Which points to limit in the needs

Now turned to their lascivious worth?

But them who, in the closing hours

Shall wake upon the dawning light

And in the grasp of subtle powers

Withdraw consumption’s lusty mite.

Then broached upon the sacred weal

Shall bards and sages break their bread

For those whose grace and freedom steals

To love, escaping from the dead!

Durand von Meissen

(18)

Such noble trial the heroes bore

For them in unremitting weights

And, Kingdom courage, smashed norms

Of tyranny and sanctioned fates!

Though lessons of such faith have failed

The fool, aloof in proud concerns

They prove the marshal will of all