A Drawn Farewell to Ourselves

A Drawn Farewell to Ourselves

We are deadweight
In the hate-ridden mire
Overthrown by our ills
Beneath banners of rage

We were given our chance
Our day of days
To quell the inferno
The scourge of our time

How could we give in?
To a swindler’s creed
For a jackbooted morrow
And a drawn, farewell to ourselves

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