Patterns of Rain

Looking for patterns in the rain
that falls so heavily over all
I wonder what will remain
when they make the last call?

Strength tends to go missing
when faced with a difficult choice
building a nation on fiction
and saying we have but one voice.

Searching for meaning from shame
read it in the papers once before
pretending to care is such a game
another body washed upon the shore.

We spend our time
just pretending
our problems aren’t of
our own making
Ain’t that a song we sang before?

When you consider the phenomenon
of empires rising and falling
doesn’t it seem somewhat strange
that nothing here has really changed.

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