Politics is ugly. Never doubt what small men will do for great power.
When you were alone in the rising ocean, you grabbed whatever raft passed by.
The future looks a bit bleak to me.
Theyโd blame a castoff just for breathing. You could be good as gold and theyโd still blame you.
We write dust epitaphs for our vanquished enemies and watch them blow away in the desert wind.
If I cared for human approval, I would have been dead long ago.