When you fight for your right

From your very own

Do you still have the might

To stand up and for their misdeeds condone.

Victory against them is all bitter and sweet

As in our victory is also our own defeat

Money today is pitted against true love

Greed and power take the seat much above.

Pounds and Pennies are what they count

Love and relationships are of no account.

You are happy or sad you cannot choose

To win from them you still lose

In the victory is the hidden defeat

For winning against your own

Is not very sweet.

The jubiliation of the victory

Is never wholehearted

Because in the fury

With what we have parted.

Lost so much with little choice

Leaves us no room to rejoice

Sad that relationships now become sour

But things like these are not often in our power.

Justice in the end must prevail

Truth therefore we will have to hail.