Some things eclipse you or me
The ‘morrows readings, it’s decree
Determines how things shall play out
Will whispers rise into a shout?
Will this nation, finally
Succumb to same old history
Will it’s Caesar character
Be stabbed by his own senator?
Needless fighting lies ahead
And all things decent people dread
Blood thats spilt upon this Earth
Which might just puddle, or give birth
Birth to what might be or may
There is no knowing this today
I ask, to you, who reads tonight
For which side will you choose to fight?
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