And First to Crush the Wisdom Comes

There are days of death and days of war
That bring us closer to your door
And while we shuffle anxious feet
We wait outside the door to meet.

We fail and lose and fall and die
And wonder vaguely towards the sky
The things we thought were sure are dead
And things we hoped are put to bed.

Life goes on, or so they say
and bad men usually get their way
But what is most surprising now
Is not the what or the how.