The evenings have become an endless celebration to light hearted pain,
As much a pleasure as a weight upon the mind -
To revel in the foolishness of some,
While laughing with a mocking grin at others' misfortùne -
Such hated passion, passion of such hate,
It mocks us all - shows darker, viler side
We should regret, yet summon in the everyday,
And for this - everyday be damned!
Can we not hold heads high and proud,
Without treading so uncouth upon the scarred and slain;
Is there no honour, left to us in peace?















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