inner sanctum

there's nothing that we want but all we need
is held in place by forces we detest
that's all there is you want us to show zest
but will not let us gather our own seed
the crop we take will not have all the speed
we hoped for so much is told in merest
desire for peace and calm there is no jest
to challenge those whose only plan is greed
alone we plot the end of all our pain
but cannot win against the changing tide
old night will haul us back into the mire
no noisy prayer will bring us healing rain
and we are ever on the losing side
but still we have the magic and the fire