words measured in a simple steady beat
symbols of who we are and whence we came
become so soon the means of giving blame
to painful past so much is angry heat
we find that every tale is incomplete
and each hard word remains a source of shame
since it can't matter who has won the game
but only who has felt the last defeat
if this is victory and the true tale
of how we got here in so sad a shape
perhaps we should give up and let the land
be what it was before the first grey sail
came over the horizon by the cape
and the false admiral made his demand
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