This dying land...

Farther away is now, right now 'cause then 
Could not wait for your tomorrow, morning 
Has climbed over the mountain pass, just when 
One world would think one was safe, but we cling 

To our arrogance, like a coat of soothing 
Arms that stroke the ego just like you want. 
Though I have returned, ready for touring 
The battlefield that will bring life with this font -- 

A battle of minds, so closely coinciding, want 
The war to end in their favor, though who 
Are they? Who are they with old demands, jaunt- 
ing righteously with blood on their hands? Two 

Minds have I for you, one of benevolence, do 
You know the other doesn't care: here or there, 
Seldom rare of form or ready to just die for few 
Who would break this land apart, and proudly wear 

The wreck of it like a royal family crown! Heir! 
Heir am I to your pallbearing! Where, wait, mourning? 
Mourning for who or what? You dumb snot! I care 
Not for your silly excuse for verses! So let us sing! 

Let us sing! At the top of our throats, let us rain 
typeset on the white pages, let us be with no disdain...