a truer will

there's never any hope for those who fight
they have no choice even knowing that the end
was ordained at the beginning that the friend
who proclaimed most loudly their cause right
would not be there by coming of the night
there is not one on whom they could depend
the journey always has the same fatal trend
but yet each wants their share of the true light
nowhere on earth could there be a fair mean
a balance that would answer in each case
instead the thumb's gone in for all who ask
whether or not their blade is strong and keen
whose honesty is plain written on the face
those who take up without a thought their task