ROOT SALE.

Suffer the little children to what?
Something less than they already have?
As much as retched people possess?
More than vacant spaces consume?
Worse than the universe’s vacuum?

Muster the fallen angels forgotten;
Somehow with the will of faith less grand,
Impossible without greater hoards,
Unable to rely on older gods
Without the strength of ancient goods.

Further the bigger picture to where?
Broader than the lines of face and time?
Narrower than no one’s ark can be?
Higher than young flighted words can call?
Lower than the tumoured speaker falls?

Offer the little children a choice:
Somewhat more than fair options have offered,
Practically what we always took as even.
Rational and reasonably possible.
More expansive than the current curriculum.