How do you admit defeat?
How do you turn in shame and retreat?
When you cannot puzzle out your foe
When you cannot find the strength to know
When fear and frustration
Grip you by the throat
When women and nation
Throw you out of the boat
When the void overwhelms
And you strike down your king
Huddled under the elms
Losing your most precious thing
When you brain is too muddled
To understand thought
And your heart is too troubled
To let you do more than rot