Right possibilities agony seeing

 

One anger people agony

 

Conviction force cause other

 

Opinions shadow the path

 The facts lie flat, the path so plain and pure,

But feelings flare, a shadow's lure.

What eye perceives, the heart then skews,

And coldly molds, or boldly hues.

A whisper's weight, a worried mind,

Makes light seem late, a truth behind.

So gloom descends where joy could beam,

Opinion's bloom is a waking dream.

Art now grasp opinion

 

Compassion unborn danger them

 

Reason is afire it