The White Wolf wakes at the Dawn of War
He sings for unity, but is abhorred.

He sings for his nation; He's guilty by association

He sings for liberation; Others call for his subjugation.

He sings for remission; Only to find condemnation

He sings for affirmation; Which only begets defamation.

The white wolf sings alone, even after his sins have been atoned.

A happily never after, after all; A fitting end before the fall.
© Bird in a Cage