Egalitarianismnessly

hope,
dripping wet with the birth of a new flower,
forget what bitter sweet words were brought here.

dismal,
gray pregnant clouds on the horizon,
portend what ominous tragedy lies ahead for silly youths.

repentance,
the admission of deeds of ilk that sting the ego,
but the wounds then covered with the salve of forgiveness.

Not to be repeated.
Never again.
For it were to be,
there's no learning from sin.