TYRAD

JCH (Dr)

Thank you my friend but don’t be concerned
For even the teeniest concern - I've learned
For a man - as mad as me
Is completely unnecessary

It's not my choosing; being down
I'd sooner paint red; the loudest town
But the Maker's will must be rested
We give it support and that's when we're tested

He's pressing still, now, as I muse
My tongue won’t open - no worthy news
My eyes are blacked, my ears like-conch
The oily sea, listen - the devil's at lunch

So understand why - the Maker's dark hand
Is to reset the rude balance, those ever-shifting sands
Soon the dark cloak will lift, and settle another
And Chuz will bounce back - a much stronger Brother