This may or may not be finished, but it's a resting place at any rate.
All The Fighters Have Left
If I live to die an old man
Will I have lived my life in vain?
Could I have lived for something more than
Just to see the sun again?
If you fight hard enough to help the powerless
Those who have power will see you dead
If you are meek, minding only your own business
You will inherit all the fighters have left
Come join in the struggle
When all of the others
Agree to peace
And sharing the best
A new world is forming
You’ll wake up one morn and
Discover all
The fighters have left
I don’t trust permanence or institutions for
Self-preservation is their only aim
Money and politics stay out of governance,
medicine, art, education and faith.
If you fight hard enough to help the powerless
Those who have power will see you dead
If you are meek, minding only your own business
You will inherit all the fighters have left
Go to the cul-de-sacs
Go to the mountain shacks
Go to the places
That Fear calls home
Dare to stay single
Find faith that everything will be
All right when you find
You’re fighting alone
If I fail fatherhood can I still be a man
Making no children to roam on the earth?
If I never marry will I always carry
The stigma of never learning to care?
If my love is strong enough to help the powerless
Will I have anything left for myself?
If I am meek, minding only my own business
Can I do good for anyone else?
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