Poem in Response to W Brenda's Wordle ~19~ The Pure Residue!~

Passersby turn, stare

some look some care,

shocked stopped,shot,

people common turn
and turn again,

In no time, blasts sound

painful screams shout in vain

blood stains,blood flows

fills streets smears roads,

ambulances turn and turn again

dumping bodies in bags,turn again,
 colored cloaks cover all colored skins,Truth lies in clayey

lodgings beneath,

the sword shines

in its sheath,

horses snort

stample feet

ready to dash
conquer defeat,


             Skins may shine

             cloaks be grand

             in supreme honor one
             may smile and stand
             Look! The Right View!
                 What matters is
                 The Pure Residue!

Try to Understand!In the trunk, firmly rooted deeply sunk,looking straight

carrying weight,

Then for the rest,
fervently faithful

oarsmen pull,unseen,

guiding the vessel

with the breeze,clean;
who knows when on land
time and tide may touch


         Gather All Good Trade
         Good Deeds that Ye Must!
soon the vessel may rust
Mortals must return to Dust

Turn Now to Truth to The Word

Let No One say'The Cry The Call
Ye did not, Ye had not heard !
Turn, Ye People,Turn, Turn All!

Take the cue, know the clue
All must have, All must care,
Nothing matters, nothing new
Make Haste for a Pure Residue!