Ode to the Poet who is my Father

Evon, see, comes to the scene looking well

whose Benevolence incomparable

I try and I faile at forgiveness.

Not because I am incopetent though

but because it is his name I forward

with each and every letter is composed

Equality, Peace, Love, and Uniqueness

none of them are similar Each is percfect

such as the yellow flower petal formed

counted as inclusive and exclusive whole

in each one is a dimension closer

had it a common stock it was gentler

It took no airs from another to scar.