Where we stand
Things at hand.
Sifting sand
Flames are fanned.
Not far off
In a trough.
Selfish quaff
Freedoms doff.
On which side
Will you ride?
Of this slide
You'll abide?
No insight
Of their fright.
To the light
Eyes shut tight.
Why deny
Never try?
As we buy
And let die.
People yell
What the hell?
Can you tell
when to sell?
State of sin
All are in.
What to win
From this din?
What is fair?
As all stare.
Do beware
Lest you err.
And what toll
From your soul?
Does the whole
reach their goal?
In the end
Did they fend?
Did they mend?
Or love send?
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 2:59 AM UTC
Where we stand
Things at hand.
Sifting sand
Flames are fanned.
Not far off
In a trough.
Selfish quaff
Freedoms doff.
On which side
Will you ride?
Of this slide
You'll abide?
No insight
Of their fright.
To the light
Eyes shut tight.
Why deny
Never try?
As we buy
And let die.
People yell
What the hell?
Can you tell
when to sell?
State of sin
All are in.
What to win
From this din?
What is fair?
As all stare.
Do beware
Lest you err.
And what toll
From your soul?
Does the whole
reach their goal?
In the end
Did they fend?
Did they mend?
Or love send?
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