Ways of the World

A freedom of speech
but with little to say
Trusted words and ways
fail in silent displays

A violence fit for kings
a joy fit for slaves
the only way to save
a calmness fit for graves

When the howling sands settle through wind
and the raised guns
end razing down the thin

What we were may be washed away
but what has not truly won
will only hold together for temporary display

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