Never let this bough break By james a. galgano Within this humble bowe does break such horrid revelry Abounding political diatribes seeking ill-gotten gains upon his brow Why are those out there so quickly to judge based upon refuted conjecture? Which seeks to arouse the worst within our wayward souls eternally? To rally feckless souls to some fallen banner so defaming and impolite Before all is known to remedy our dawns early light to the truth Like some biblical tale of Ruth, we gather like moths to some misbegotten flame. Yet when the dust most assuredly settles who will be left to apologize or explain Why we so quick to judge then condemn when one is innocent until proven guilty. What idle chatter accumulated will be recanted or disclaimed with needed disdain. For all the persecution meted out for political gain. Has our nation become guileless? Preoccupied by money media drivel drawn from unfound and unproven profundity. Never let this bow break upon the mere foolishness of some political expediency That no proof is needed left to explain