The worst of it all…

You die for your love
And you kill for your hate,
And you’d stand up for what you believe
And fight to the death.
The worst of it all is that here today
No one shall move and none shall be swayed,
And you’d die and kill, and stand and fight
For all that you’d do you’d be forgotten and failed.

You could holler and scream
And cry foul at everything you think
Is wrong and evil,
And must be done away with
The worst of it all is that here today
No one shall listen or comprehend,
The burns of your heart and the acid of your senses
For all that you have said  shall be forgotten and failed.

You could write a poem or  a tale
Or orate an epic that in rhythm paints,
The unjust of those that break your sway,
And live through the storm to fight another day.
The worst of it all is that here today
No reader shall read the fire and bile
That spewed forth in words that cried,
And understand the pain that was seed to the agony
For all that you have written  shall be forgotten and failed.