The Way Forward
I take no joy in what I do
It is what must be done
Nor is there hope it shall avail
This battle can't be won
The arc of history is too long
To bend towards good or ill
The serpent rises and it falls
And we, our parts fulfill
All victory is only defeat
A reckoning delayed
No answer ever final
All built, in time unmade
Our path is drawn of blood and dirt
Of pain and hate and fear
A struggle no one ever wins
Yet from it none may veer
For what we do, it must be done
Our hand cannot be stayed
We will fight, and we will fall
There is no other way
~Tonin, October 20 2017
The cogs turn, whether they want to or not.