I saw a spark: a fire, a fight,
The utmost underdog might have might,
Endlessly - though - how wrong we've been,
A passive plea that should have gone unseen.
The saboteur is happy in fractious control,
To avoid the reality of being out-of-control.
But it's back to the start; repeat, rinse, recycle.
We've been here before, it's part of the cycle.
Push it away! Your perspective is twisted:
Lethargic, gnarly, blackened and blistered.
Look to the sky, please find the light,
I pray the utmost underdog might have might.
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