What does the aching world now hear
With each new turning of its sphere
Now passed unto another year
We creatures of primordial fear
The gun and fist and pen and spear
Words that burn and hate and sear
Will only come the last shed tear
When throes of rage at last does clear
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 1:32 PM UTC
What does the aching world now hear
With each new turning of its sphere
Now passed unto another year
We creatures of primordial fear
The gun and fist and pen and spear
Words that burn and hate and sear
Will only come the last shed tear
When throes of rage at last does clear