I watched the moon wane and glow, saw the sun

Glint on it’s edge and start to show

My life, a dim remembrance, a past undone

Shows me deceit, sorrow, despair, unknown

The joy of children in the face of hate

Shows no mercy, no hope, and no loving.

Which always is, always was, how we relate

To those who always continue hating.

And through all this we’ll never be aware

What’s behind the face of hate, and of wit.

Or behind that blind face which does not care

We have all seen it, felt it, all been it.

We have all seen the face, it does not bend.

We have all been the face, we are the end.

- what