Treading water on a slippery shore
Amid the rocks and mud
Considering lack of changes made
Expressed in promises carved in blood
The cold wind morning messenger
Brings new truths plain to see
Allowing sanctimonious arrogance
Free rein in lost society
Factions bay for retributions
Laying blame on unlocked doors
Plead to trade all freedoms gained
From the hard-won loss of wars
Dressed in cloaks of pageantry
Lamenting leadership decayed
Where once upon their elevations
No longer winning games they played
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