The tumbril rocks
'long to the scaffold
And you still want
To negotiate
What will it take
To demonstrate
The poverty
Of capitulation
We're all so drunk with the fallacy
We're all so f*cking content
To equivocate
And throw up our hands
So I refuse
To cast my lot with you
Traitorous
Collaborator
We only ever just contemplate
Without producing results
Believing we aren't replaceable
But never willing to fight
Go on
Bury
Your head
In hypotheticals
We will
Meet again
With your
Bodkin pressed against my throat
The path that you've elected
To travel always lies
Between naive ambition
And blood and betrayal
Your empty musings
And sophistry are like
A conversation
With the firing squad