Persistence

Cries macerating Muscling each other Testing the fate when the key to survival Is persistence Break the bread to feed the sons Should they choose to come home Bend the knees and touch the ground Should you see greatness unfold Silence is the sister of honour Yet she dwells alone Honour is a frail old thing And its apostles gone We age, we forget The last ones to remember Keep one eye on the dead When all is quiet, when all is spent We're crying to the hanged We're pulling on their legs In ruin, our best In hierarchy of failure Oppressors and oppressed After, at the gates All the drunken fools Can shake each others hands