These misguided efforts to overcome or change
An outcome is no more than a balancing act.
But who else would? The riddle of existence.
When others stand in your way clear the path,
Be them stronger, richer, or holier. Hell hath
No fury stronger than what hearts run on.
Not coal or oil. Blood and hope, life’s contagion.
I don’t bow and never will,
If power matters so much you’re unfit
To rule and you too must fade.
If the meek will ever rise we’re artifacts of an age
Long dead in terms of practicality. The war we wage
Never ends because we chase glory, our damage.