this tale we know
Oct. 26th, 2008 07:44 pmbut meaning in the numbers we can read
a lamentation for the passing age
so much is noted in the angry deed
not one second of silence they concede
although rough bone on bone will harshly grate
they won't surrender to the ones they hate
so little of our temper they can gauge
and not a portion of our urgent need
that forces us to deepest loudest rage
at sight of all their joyful hateful greed
the product of the nature of their breed
they name this glory and call this their state
they won't surrender to the ones they hate
with such an enemy we can't engage
without an understanding of their creed
more than the lying words upon the page
we cannot trust the man riding the steed
who tells us that like us he has to bleed
and though their pain like ours can become great
they won't surrender to the ones they hate
they will not quit their places on the stage
nor pay our anger any sort of heed
for that we know slow death's the only wage
and harsh uprooting as with any weed
justice we know we never could exceed
since though we tell our story plain and straight
they won't surrender to the ones they hate