What do I give when everything gets taken?
What do I say when silence swallows all?
Where do I stand when every faith gets shaken—
When viciousness rules, while the decent fall?
And what can one heart do to take a stand
But bleed for it? And what good will that do?
History is a bleak, blood-filled wasteland
Where what’s well-meant angers the well-to-do.
Between the truth of death, and the sad fact
That power only yields to serve its needs,
Helplessness poisons every urge to actAnd compromise infects all that succeeds.
So since I will and must fail, let me choose
To fail like I’ve got nothing left to lose.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells