the rot of reason

we give in fury what we won't in fun

but don't expect the answer to be loud

nothing we do can halt the moving sun

 

eye after eye the consequence will shun

of following the ever-fickle crowd

we give in fury what we won't in fun

 

so soon we find the full effort is done

and every corner of the field is ploughed

nothing we do can halt the moving sun

 

nobody thought that we would have to run

so very far nor that we would be cowed

we give in fury what we won't in fun

 

nothing we say would serve this time to stun

unwary minds nor to displace the cloud

nothing we do can halt the moving sun

 

you know from this the wheel was fully spun

for one brief moment all of us were proud

we give in fury what we won't in fun

nothing we do can halt the moving sun