Even the innocent will rejoice.

Not because of dead fish belly

up In the river lay-by where they

almost learned to swim between

excrement releases from the

overflowing septic tanks due to

detergents prohibiting bacteria

disintegrating untreated faeces.

Not because their linen sheets

got flecked with particles of red

dust which was supposedly last

time attributed to a desert storm

in the Sahara transported by the

Sirocco then relayed to La Mistral

and eventually becoming alias before

making a landfall on their island coast.

Not because of a cumulus congestus

which replaced nimbus casting a dark

shadow on their glasshouses where

unripened tomatoes would have to

be fried green without the wild Paris

mushrooms which are impossible to

distinguish from blackberries growing

in hedgerows by the roadsides.

The innocent will rejoice because

despite they being the common

denominator to a pyrrhic solution

the final equation will end with a

mere = an aspiration of majorities

which had gone unheeded by all

of those who had been manipulating

figures on the hypothenuse square to

deceive those of their lesser neighbours.