You golden pen well
such that red ink
never splatters
on alabaster steps
like blood from the arcing baton
sense not sentence
this as steeled fate
judge not as syntax
dreams and psalms sung
or even music
slightly amused out of blue
when the heat resonates
with heart and foot
or a hat waits to be fed
prop those less favored by reason
and a right and proper job
our colors are your final blessing

 vere dignum et justum est….