Sul Ponticello

Cries of outrage Seem to go unanswered The sound of dying on the bridge The sound of pleading for dear life No justice for the loss The empty disavowals of the wicked As endless incarnations play out in tandem Our fundamentals are gone How is it that the more we evolve The more we endlessly regress? "To protect and serve", and yet no one is safe After so many mistakes we haven't learned a thing