Quenna

How can you identify, which common spore, lies between earth and sky, what has been forced, on this Spring tide, when truth is sought, don't need an inquiry, to witness the crime, when it gets buried, you know the score, during black night, ones who laugh like horses, others drink whisky, and talk of hard lives, it makes them happy, if all ends in nought, you don’t need a wife, to polish the floor, security lighs, pool over our doors, at Easter's first sighting, who raises the poor ?