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