The Shape of a Wheel

The shape of a wheel Wikus 1/11/2016 It is quiet, it is night In my heart, a question bright Should I stay, put up a fight Should I go, despite being right Darkness covers no unjust In their hearts for blood the lust We should go, they say, a must They will never again us trust The silence is just a guise There word spoken, soaked with lies Unjust to us now oversized Their action now without surprise Will the truth be ever known? Will unjust to us then shown? Peace to us was just on loan Useless for us our fate bemoan. But in time the sun will shine People will drink and they will dine No thought be given to this fear of mine Thats the proses, time after time What comes around, goes around Cries of pain a dying sound But be sure, a wheel is round In each position, someone else be found.