The Blind Eye

What’s ours is ours, we will not be told to part with our wealth in deference to love We are scored out. Paid in full The rest is ours to punish with as we see fit to sort We will not burden guilt of our earned fortunes We will not be party to handouts to the weak We put our faith in our kings and affiliations, and turn a blind eye to the desperate that dare to be Our endeavors, they dictate our love, as our love does not dictate our efforts We are the peacemakers in arms Our endeavors they dictate our love, as our love does not dictate our efforts The heart is weak and designed to suffer in its place It boasts its pull, but has secretly set its price, and on sale