"We don't win anymore,"
Tell us those who have won,
"We don't win anymore,"
It's how they had begun
And it's how they end
Every stench of a speech
As the dark days descend
With an ominous screech,
As the people retreat
Into gardens and things,
Into lonely defeat,
Into deuces and kings,
As the streets empty out
And the people accept
The horrific new clout
Of the vile and inept.
"It is useless to struggle,
It is folly to fight,
There are payments to juggle,
And the money is tight,
There are parents to care for,
There are youngsters to feed,
It's just practical, therefore,
To admit the defeat.
Someone will struggle for us,
Put their lives on the line,"
Thinks this giant, mute chorus,
"Or, if no one will... fine."
And its sad, tired grin
Then dissolves as before...
That is why we don't win,
We don't win anymore.
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November 25, 2016