Where have all the fighters gone? The few, the vocal, the brave I hope they return before too long Before we all end up in the grave. The wicked are now too strong Our voice is now too weak And if this goes for far too long Who will stand up for the meek? PityContinue reading “Where Have All the Fighters Gone?”
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Beaten down
Beaten down A most mortal wounding Powerless I wish I were stronger But while I am willing My body is weak I feel so useless So beaten By my own body The fragility of flesh I am broken I am weak