Robbed of peace and comfort
The mistake was to allow
A deflated brain to govern action
Thus creating a cyclone of regret

It doesn’t take a lot of effort
To only focus on the now
Attain a distant satisfaction
Possibly quite suspect

Now the wounded and the hurt
Will learn to move on somehow
As an almost defeated faction
That would rather just forget

With another shovelful of dirt
Waterfalls of sweat swept from the brow
Basic human strength gives traction
These appalling evils, we can never forget.