Resistance

we squandered our resistance,

for a pocket full of mumbled promises

only hearing what we want to hear,

and disregard the rest.

Our story seldom told,

Till one day we had enough

we break patterns and breakdown

dig, dig, and dig

as we swear out revolution to the earth

to reclaim promises once made

Better to burn out than fade way, we proclaimed.

‘bon courage’, they hailed

uncertain of the part ahead, we march on.

God damn, and God bless for small favors.