Clouded Sky

The morality
Cloud pulled apart
Into wispy cirrus

Before ultimately
Dissipating into
The air itself

Over the stone wall,
Which blocks our
Ability to do right;

The graffiti spells
Out that every choice
Errs a blasphemy;

Criticizing mobs
Discern authenticity
With their spray-paint —

Toxic fumes fill the air
From storm clouds;
A thick hail falls

Stoning an innocent.
Its occasional tongue
Lost traction, slips

On the public rink
Displaying outrage:
A life sacrificed

To clear the sky
From the offending
Noxious swirls.