Give art in its season
Renewing the ancient verse
A sliver of hope to furnish reason.
Does it stop us from getting worse?
Does it tell us pretty stories,
Or unfold what you'd rather not hear?
Or show the prize in the slim,mud and glory.
Would you rather dim your eyes, stop up your ears?
Gives art in its season,Saving from the ancient curse,
does it burnish a sliver of reason
Or simply furnish the scales of worth,
the scales of worth.