Resisting the Times

There are no harder times like these dire days

There are no quiet nooks to find at night

We stumble and fall in our confused ways

We linger and we toil in our deep plight

The harder we try the harder we fall

Confusion frustration consternation

The signs we can see are around us all

As though these times only bring frustration

Bowed low is the head of the working man

As he fights the threats to put him under

Though he tries his hardest to push his plan

He still fights the notions of surrender

The strength in his arms is what it will cost

And pray with all might that all is not lost


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