And then we’re hard awake

You know the fact that within every crowd

there’s one voice shouting that we are all wrong,

and never should have chosen to be proud.

There’s always one more verse to every song

in every language, we have to respect 

even the ones that have the chorus wrong,

before we dare to cavil, or reject 

the wiser option of a single pause,

at the good timing of the worst effect 

of this false application of the laws

regarding human limits, and form

in which we take or ignore our own cause.

There’s never need to stray from any norm 

our fathers set, to keep us far from war,

of honorable action in the storm 

each one of us sees in the light afar,

and cannot hope to duck or to evade

the monster darkness eating the last star.