Verity

Alas, dear sun, your light is lost,

In the fog of wintry revelation,

O lowly earthen lamp you are,

The one true hope of salvation.

Alas I was distracted by,

The glory of your glare and glow,

And I ignored my faithful lamp,

Which burns but softly, steady and slow.

Perhaps my hatred was but a dream,

And my love eclipsed by pride,

For the chilly winds of the truth have blown,

My misconceptions aside.

The Company

The confluence of human needs,

With that of human charity,

Creates a plankton breeding ground,

Of hard work and hilarity.

Some desperate, some talented,

Ambitious some, some plain relieved,

All have arrived, post diligence,

Complacent some, some still on heat.

Years of toil have brought forth spoils,

Yet spoiled their prospects elsewhere,

Avast! For this might still repair,

Their previous drought of humanity.