Gord

2016-12-12 12:00 am

Tomorrow is nothing but an intervention,
Yesterday holding the true intention.
Yet spend to stay powerful at the station,
Your people power toward a cowards end,
Politically investing on a shorter scale.

Marking with pen and paper, clearing chambers,
Tomorrow's makeshift inventions tooled on sale.
As if someday a unicorn escaped their stable,
Marked the day ideally we first fought in anger,
Then paid extorted reparations as a gamble.