the serpent and the eft

 when all the wars have ended we're bereft

of home and hope but have not yet been killed

so we construct a life from what is left

 

the new beginnings truly have no heft

all springs of old revival had been stilled

when all the wars have ended we're bereft

 

pained by misfortunes by our failures cleft

none can be certain of the truly willed

so we construct a life from what is left

 

of the old world knowing full well the deft

conversion to the new won't be distilled

when all the wars have ended we're bereft

 

of wisdom but we fear no further theft

our knowledge and our sorrow both fulfilled

so we construct a life from what is left

 

while in the dust the serpent and the eft

conduct their searches we must turn to build

when all the wars have ended we're bereft

so we construct a life from what is left