Will we have strength enough to remain
Here on a grisly shore that pulses with pain
As storm surf spits waste on a plagued coastal plain?
Where will we go after the drought?
Will we again know what trust was about?
Can we ever rebuild the faith we outgrew;
Or will we be refilled
by pride in our virtue?
Another war rages across bleeding stages
Described in pages copied from dark ages.
The rich count money bequeathed in belief
Support can be bought and funded by grief.
Useful idiots holler so loudly that all must hear;
But no one listens and fewer understand.
Profanity so grand emits visions and glistens;
But no one sees
and fewer perceive.
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