In dreadful
times of great despair
When safety
comes to be rare
We build
ourselves arsenals of fear
Meant to guard
all that we care
In fetching
times of great delight
When all seem
sunny and bright
We merry our
souls both day and night
Like those
enchanted with good fate
In gloomy times
of great misfortune
When those that
beloved us are gone
We seek for
ourselves solace and mourn
Again, and again
till dawn; and again
In hapless times
of great famine and drought
When nothing endures
save dearth and want
We hunt
survival, both those that have and have not
That our race of
men might forever persist
Our present and
past, all were written by Time
And what we’ll
do tomorrow; Time will tell
We are freemen
who are bound to Time
For to Time and
Season we gave our freewill.
