Have you seen the news, yesterday, it is the same as

today.

The same old tawdry foundless chatter

in a world where no such thing does matter

But we carry tide of hope, in a world of seas abounding

where sorrow is the rope, around some neck the

founding

I see the fearsome tides of the changing roles

we bear the final smiles of the destiny of tolls

so mercy is the greater, in the world of hidden facts

and love, the truth, is final, though read between the

sheaves,

the tomes of forebears falling, like discarded autumn

leaves

the wrath, the fire, the kindling of truth, so why should

we obey

the maledictive callings to the woefullness of youth?

Upon the hallowed years we stand

ignoring folly, the avarice demand,

while yet we have the fortitude to say

take my child, oh dear, no way.

your lies, your stealing cheating deal

you should not wish to spin this wheel

for on this fate hangs your disaster,