it is the proposition

you do not want to ask just how to fail

those who would build the wall make war a game

and climb the stage to loud cheers and acclaim

while on this side all hangs upon a nail

so many hours spend outside in the gale

while fools debate the costs and spread the blame

without a one who knows to fit the frame

at the right angle this is the whole tale

so much will happen when the day is warm

before the moon has sunk into the mire

and on the mountain other fools may dance

awaiting the true honesty of form

that comes when we declare fullest desire

and give ourselves the final decent chance