Concinnity we wish on earth
Effulgence we desire in personalities
Beauty we want to relish all around
Peace we prognosticate
Ebullience we look for in ourselves.
But the arduousness to expunge others,
devising canards
is getting intrinsic
as haemoglobin in blood,
using chicanery in all spheres
reducing humanity to a mere formicary,
walking in long queues
from paths of heaven to gates of hell.
This casual reader will find this to be quite the grammatical tour-de-force that broaches the boundaries of parody.
I confess to having to look up two of the words used.
You are right Louis sir….at times the mood and impulse of a poet takes one to a different genre or type of construction he /she has not even thought of .
Thank you for an intense reading.