if only and if only

the masters of the countryside
say everything we need to hear;
and scribes still take dictation, where
the have to feed a family in fear —

just past rural perfection sits
a dollar saved by indigence;
where brass rings have been missed, and
where, no one forsakes their sapience or sense —

if only and if only, there
was somewhere i could hide my face;
and break the chains that bind the hearts, of
of those won’t be mastered, nor
will ever find the gold of gladsome grace

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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