rambling on

The justice you seek

For the old and the week 

Comes second best to the to your outlook so bleak 

Yet there's still a fight in you, of this I am sure 

The nights of repentance were scarcely a cure

Your integrity battered 

Your dreams long since shattered 

Your beginning to wonder if all of this mattered 

The world still limps on with hardly a thought

Of the dark days and battles which are yet to be fought 

But if we have learned nothing

Then what do we own 

Our beds have been made up

Our seeds have been sown 


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