twenty twenty hindsight ease
becomes a kind of a disease
we are saviours of primitive forebears
stumble into the china shop unawares
with our different metrics
evil is so banal
evil is failure to act
into the corner backed
or walking the daily path
where things become background?
we point at what others do
spectators amongst the haters
but we never follow through
claim there is nothing to be done
picture a rising and setting sun