Ethos

When one political extreme is condoned, the other will attract more followers. Amidst this fracas between newborn ideologies let us not forget our true values.

Lest we forget the absolutes

Our ancestors stole lives for,

Let us repair what is left of peace.

Lest others seek substitutes

For morals moulded in wars,

Let us shield what they pray to cease.

For it’s the trees with scarlet roots 

That blossom the brightest.

It is the breed with dirty boots

That seizes the greatest.

Do not extol the words

Of those born in silk,

Bathed in milk and honey.

They did not die to swords,

They bought those swords with money.

Hail the works

Of those born to the streets,

Shaped by heat and frostbite.

They fought with eyes drowned in sparks

To reveal the Serpent in plain sight. 

With many grails they had to smother

They lived to seek and struggle.

They saw one cannot be without the other,

Like a jester burnt by the torches he chose to juggle.