The battle between
What’s remaining,
And what we are gaining.
Tipping points of no return
Fateful lessons of which we must learn
History is all expressed
Fog of war becomes all obsessed
Hiding
Waiting for a chance to grow
Holding
Pouncing upon hopelessness to know
What’s it all about
Fear and doubt
Could it be just a game?
For criminally insane
Left and right
Day and night
Good and Bad
It’s all so sad
Some would just say, Evermore
I say, this is not what all the suffering was for
Nevermore
Nevermore
The battle between
What’s emerging
And what we are purging
Tipping points upon a chasm’s edge
Of an allegiance of which we may not have made a pledge
History looks nothing like the flowery field
They sold to us while everything was real
Lying
Waiting for a chance to seize
Clutching
Murdering that chance of hope to please
What’s it all about
Secretly we have to shout
Deep within your soul
We must regain control
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem