Don’t be gallant
Thou unsheathed hero
Wielding sword loathly
Or like Nero
Who did forsooth
Leave most the world
Praying and nubbing
But what is a breath
Once been breathed?
And was a leaf
Unto the leaves?
The past but the future
Been retrieved
Deceit a concept
Now conceived
Uneasiness eased
Beleaguered and bereaved
A belief believed
For I say
Strive for zero
The more to achieve
To be more pleased
And see you these
How they shall look
Will now perceive
Let them plain over
As they wish to be
Strive for zero
And this too cleave
