Never Forget, They’re All Bastards

Life, my education:

Stay the duration.

Never give in

Don't let the bastards win.

They taught me with blows,

Formatted my throes;

Forgiving their sins

Lets all bastards win.

They cruelly ask

That we stay on task:

Serve as their mannikins

To let them all win.

I won't acquiesce

To dispossess

Their victims, my kin

And let these bastards win.

I won't stay ambivalent

Nor seek their equivalent.

And re-commit Original Sin

By letting those bastards win.

They'll be the last to know

When they're alight, my flambeau.

They'll char like their victims

Cindered bastards can't win.

I'll bear that torch proudly

And beat that drum loudly.

With seizure of life and limb

So the bastards don't win.

They're out there in spades

Clueless to our Crusades.

Where'll be the chagrin

That the bastards didn't win?