Strange times
Lead by ego minds
No heart
Hardly a Soul
Do they know they have already lost?
A lot already
I know nothing of it
The Good prevails
but often will fall
Only to get back to it
The thing that makes one burn
When you know its honest
You except no other kind
Small children
They become
A fight for the next word
The dust will settle
it always does
And when it calms
The Good will prevail
The Ego will coward
What will be
Will be.
The fight is always
Worth the victory.
