not a mere windbag

all echoes come down in the end to none
a single shadow turns into the night
each cycle reaches the end of its run

we thought it work and then we thought it fun
but did not see it as a moral plight
all echoes come down in the end to none

what falls between the rhyming word and pun
will always have a place in proper site
each cycle reaches the end of its run

a well-aimed blow will bruise as well as stun
honest control's the secret of our might
all echoes come down in the end to none

what was not finished was not best begun
you can't convict if first you don't indict
each cycle reaches the end of its run

you have the word while others have the gun
who has the power will also have the right
all echoes come down in the end to none
each cycle reaches the end of its run