Rejection
(Inspired by Boyet’s boost)
It was as golden as any milestone
Of such magnitude could ever amass
So merited a paean as honest
As a heart; God granted the permission,
Therefore, nothing could stand in the way of
Its fruition. Except that, in its wake,
An evil thought crept into a council
Heretofore unheard and unimagined.
Neighborliness was incorporated
In the account of a community
Celebrating its golden jubilee;
Mayhap emancipate from the shackles
Of ceremonies subtly mastered by
Masquerading deceit in cheeky fact.
The blight was made bright by kindred spirits
Commensurate to the conspiracy.
It did not, however, grant a mercy
Bereft from a sudden imputation
Born of a hearing maladjusted to
A range one only happens to belong.
Unlike when, a presence supposedly
Imbued with a purpose embracing all
In the parish vicinity, is faced
By a pursuing intent to settle
An imagined malice albeit in
A hallowed place. The palpable sorrow
Could not have been pathetic if it were
Mutually, and not, like Scrooge’s ghost, prayed.