Fihademus Sirken
and yes we are the ones who assume that good will prevail
because we profess good practices in life
such is our commiseration and pity
acquiescence and bliss
pretending to forget the success of iniquity and impudence
of those unjust who fight with forbidden weapons
and conquer us every most holy day
making us the eternal losers
proud of our spilled ideal
our beliefs mocked
and the infinitely defiled pride.
came with fog the day in that cold morning
the dogs were silent and what else
and now again forever
we dare not even be what we are or suppose
our kidnapped desire no longer burns
for it's just a tired desire
that sad and without glory will
of cowardly living.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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