Locked into a future never reached

Locked into a future never reached

The present, gone in a moment

Only the past remains

As an accompaniment

Barely an accomplishment for revisionists

When individualists take ownership

Of their philosophy

Less is known.

Kant unlit

Nitsche misunderstood

Working-class heroes,

Fascists in plain sight

Making light of their disdain

For the less fortunate.

It is to the disillusioned

For whom the worst has already happened,

The best is only reserved

For a true believer.

When the bell tolls

It is to count the fallen

Who were beaten

Before they were strong

Enough to rise,

Objective truths denounced as lies

When nothing is believed

Trust is a commodity to be traded

The cost of a life bartered

For an illusion of freedom

The gun, a saviour reinvented.

In this madding crowd

Nothing good will come

Of open disagreement

When the answer to any question

Is always heard

As another lie

The only believed truth

The one you tell yourself

Then more fool you

Dear heart

More fool you.