My eyes hurt from vision stale
As thoughts consume of angry tales
Of how dust was blown from a bridal veil
And colours danced on finger nails
Me, I don’t have much to add
We gave our all to joy and fads
Walked along tired and leather clad
Nursing heads you can’t drink back
Now all trust gone it died a death
You watched it eke its final breath
Threw caution to your failing health
And focused on lone tribal wealth