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