Joseph sailing on his fine dream
marked in the cross hairs of his brothers
what a fine morning to be ill esteemed
in a coat of many colours.
there is the dreamer we will slay
innocent as the break of day
or sell into captivity
how much can it matter, either way
oh Joseph in a pale disguise
perhaps you wouldnt be despised
who knows
every time
I feel so sorry for the way it goes,
that story
regardless of the outcome.
mary angela douglas 16 november 2022
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