BETTER DAYS AHEAD

We gaze up on the hintherlands with a
Troubled sight—
Every nerve in us in lanqour as the hangman's noose pulls so tight,
If an X ray views the level of Mans' sorry
Plight—
Ours measures the utmost degree it
Can cite.
Musing our barnacle-akin struggles and
Tears-flooding nights,
In the skin we feel 'tis sticky doleful
Bites
And wonder if the puzzle we can ever get
Right.
A voice is saying:accept the shackles;save your
Head and yield the fight
Another says:kindle your spirit;battle through;
And the...