An Acrostic

For all time they've existed,
Rough at times, sure,
Instant bonding persisted
Even through the toughest times.
Never before have they been so
Demeaning to those who's sins rhyme
Subtly with their name, call it friendcrime.

Foul words and wretched acts
Overshadow the ones who try
Rigorously to be humanly in this sacred pact;
Graven in stone for all the ages,
It would seem all could see, but
Virtue is cast into bushes of dead sage
Even as mends appear within the Cage.

All the world over, high and low,
Love unites all who forgive,
Whether they remain or go
And no matter the event,
Yearn for friendship
Soon after they repent.