Whom shall I praise?

Within this play a song was sung to me,
Or to the heart that did belong to me.
It spoke of adventure, of fame, and glee,
It spoke of the greatest of majesties!
Of capers and pirates of gentle dames,
Of business that led to men thrown from trains.
Of hatred fueled by great grudges from hell,
That left neither standing alive to tell.
Yet the song was noisy, the volume loud,
It sounded vein, arrogant, very proud;
Filled with deceit, with lies was it endowed.
And so for this reason I could not loud.
For when the curtain of red comes on down
It leaves either a smile, heartbreak, or frown.
 
                                                    Whom Shall I Praise? (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012