The moderate road, the Holy Grail
Forever theory in somber reality
Party politics inept and obsolete
In mutual slug paced animosity
The conflicts that harden we’re forced to repeat
Children killed over blood abroad
And our leaders compete and cheat for a seat.
A simplistic appeal, but the suits feel,
It is nothing short of an Achilles heal,
To their divine self-serving ideals.
Yet landmasses move, oceans rise
Civilizations fall and religion dies
Are we to believe like we do the lies?
that two truths are an omnipresent surprise?
Red woods that don’t bend, break
Species that don’t adapt die
Those who speak two sides are fake
And their word of compromise is a lie
The moderates unopened rose is considered Satan’s prose
Though the glorification of extremities
Call for a tourniquet to remind those, of gallant pose
From where exactly the blood flows.
