Orange glow
The rush, the crush, the dash for cash to stash and
smash the walls and halls and malls of
old gold that's sold for less of the mess and more of the stress than before
while more and more score the mark of cain
the spark of pain that all told is so, so cold.
Rather,
farther and farther out where air and care meet
in the breath of innocence...
we see the glee, the sigh, the sign that me and thee
might win and, skin aflame, another game is played
deeds are done and none are blamed ...
all who ask can bask...
in the Orange glow.