Tarnished Endeavor


I threw my hat in the air.

With all the laughter about,

No end within sight,

We screamed or we’d shout.

Here’s to the victors of glee and might.

No one stops to evaluate what victory means,

Or how the other must feel.

We squeeze and we glean;

Take all the joy and the pawn while they kneel.

Mark their heads with our seals,

But the laughter can’t last forever.

It’s a tarnished endeavor.

I watch my hat hit the ground.

Everyone’s gone,

Long and far.

Our grounds are soiled,

No joys to spawn.

My hat hits dirt.

The sound, all hollow, resonates their hurts.


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