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.