Tak!

The penguins are flying again
The quick brown Tak! jumped over the Tak!y Tak!
All the windows are broken now
The shards penetrate sensitive flesh
Only the hardened and ignorant are not wounded

The prophets watch and weep,
The most optimistic among them gently tend the wounds of the helpless
The pessimistic attack the wounded, seeking to end their misery
Even they are optimistic, for there is no end in sight

The masses plod on, shredding hands, feet, minds
no end in sight
no beginning in sight
the penguins are flying again