Councils, Civil and Moral Poem
If a door named death
Had chance to creep along
My will might falter,
Heart pursuant to wrong.
Peers and elders who said,
Stay focused and strong
To suffering I yield
It's lasted quite long
While caught waiting for,
An erstwhile judgement call
I return to Camus
A familiar fall
Loved ones appear
Necessity to stall,
Weary from fear
I'm sorry, to you all.