by Joye L. Henrie
I had to stand alone today to oppose the fools of truth’s decay in efforts of a bygone war a license touted from shore to shore -- -- in yesteryear’s bible we stumble. Travel now corrective measures to the progenitor’s hidden treasures sweet independence – pen alludes present restraint – the words preclude -- -- and herald not the weeping here. Lest retrogress here now take hold the by-and-by long since foretold I shudder at the very vision dust to dust in mass collision -- -- a populace that can’t conclude.
