We are, at the last?
Honest query into a fate for due
The composure and silence we have...
Attributed to insolence, for a questioned who?

Many mouth's to feed...?
Substance and its hidden causes, to well...
Threshold's in faster eye's, we have come to lead?
Cold, embittered or surviving this taste of hell...?

Shame a knowing house had to leave...?
Still the times in adroit fashion, a word to concept's?
In the mar of verified justice, we have for needs?
Is a response to accusation so lingering, that we don't, relent?

One step more, and with sincerity?
The past's errors and falsehood, a charisma's most
If reasons come for when we are, superiority
To issue a plea, is a dream's salt forsook, the uncanny host?

Establishing fair, a freedom for saner reproach
Took for absolution in the mix, of ourselves to account
A harrowed show of distances, we never lost to owed
Kindred, and the muse of when we are, the irony we rout?

Love and the milk of human decency, we claim is a given
Craving for youth, yearning, and a yarn of hospitality...?
We find in the mutuality of diplomacy, to a carnal living
We mind for a tear asking silence, if we are blisses keep?