Asymmetry

My Story's Mystery is told by those blindsighted

Invited to battle, so I shake hands, and wave a rattle

Green eyes envy, while the brown eyes see many

So we keep eating from a buffet, sick from these ills

Will, I must protest, and shout out my disgust

Seen as an authority, easily found by policing authorities

How must I wear armor, while begging for shelter

Hot is hell, is the bellwether, but the cold hearted prevail

Set sail young hungry warriors, be sure to fly by night

No need to talk, chant or plead, for actions are lauded

The reward is 2b hardened by doing battle perpetually

Forever is worth fighting for, even if only to claim yesterday....