Old Men Who Stand At The Show

There were so many men
That stood at the show
Most of them
With hair white as snow
If at all
I guess aging
Is it’s own freefall
But the room rose
To congratulate
Them for losing
A peace of slate
On the houses you could build
Nothing can happen unless it’s willed
And some shores come crashing to the sea
But you can’t blame them if you ask me
I see their fragility
As the applause rings
Like the song somebody sings
And it’s an empty refrain
Coz loss is heaven unless it’s pain
And the cataclysm reached my door
I couldn’t say I hate them anymore
Coz nothing but words spell the times
Could you convict them of war crimes
Or all that’s legitimate
It is when there’s a story you’re running with

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