Poemander

For all the sagas written,

For all the wars we fought.

Those who stood strong were smitten,

Their bravery has been for naught.

All hands that gave were bitten.

Those new what have they brought?

They'll wait, at best they'll sit in

Cause that's what they've been taught.

And this ain't a new battle,

We live in brave new world.

Give me the right to be unhappy,

Give me the right to be at fault!

A lady with the scythe in drapes concealing,

She'll ask if I'm at all distraught.

I'll say, I have this nagging feeling,

I've only been confronted by one thought:

Behind facades of the dealing,

What will I leave behind, what have I wrought?

She'll glare at me with eyes annealing,

She wouldn't say a word.

She isn't here, I've just been dreaming.

We live a brave new world.