some final lamentation

[fledgist]

if in the end we do not choose
between the fire and the flood
we silence calls about the blood
and all together cool the fuse
there's nothing left here to abuse
the law has fallen with a thud
the bomb turns out to be a dud
and all our anger seems a ruse
instead we turn and look for light
the journey takes us to the east
but nowhere can we find our rest
there's no surcease even for night
the human tide turns to the beast
and no hope rises in the west