Why was the cause so degraded,

Into certainty of the labeled

The side that was to be right,

The opposite who were to fight

Costing all but the skin we live in,

Look deepest within

What is left of us,

Factions divided by the hush

What was the rush?

To find a perfection before the now

A discussion without how,

Abandoned by our passive loss

What point was our cause?