Hiding behind God we praise beastily.
Upon others’ spirits we graze beastily.
“Be anything you want”, the craze decree.
Don’t take offence at this malaise imagery.
Allusive. Oblique. Innuendo, holidays free.
Surrender your ego, go as your days be.
Through the sorrow, through the haze see.
All that is splendour, upon you gaze me.
Let me tell you, exception weighs heavy.
So let whatever will be, yesterday’s be.
By Sarah ©2019