Yellowed window panes admit blurry smoky shafts of light
Bringing questionable warmth to the stubbornly contrite
Is sadness good and goodness sad?
Is badness joy and happy bad?
Where we roam, there are few answers to many questions
And many answers to a few, right before elections
Nebulous is Right, absolutes are wrong
The weak get weaker, but so do the strong
They open their doors, wishing for something better today
Then complain, for lack of anything intelligent to say