What we accept...

Oh, what longing for no,
no, no, no.
How much life
we spend
or lose
yes yes
yes yes
yes yes.
We were down in the mud that time
and when we fell from the star
further, among bulls
on fire
with clashing horns,
when we couldn't move
near or further, the moment 
of indecision which corrodes
like cars in Norwegian winter roads.
With the slow seep of acid,
finally, in every sense,
we lost our will
and there we stayed, alive d but dead.
Because it's always to save
our delighted politician's from suffering---
by the standard they will give us
we were measured
all life long
from our eyes to our heels
and by these lights
we were judged;
and later with no respect at all,
and especially for the weeks and old.
They told us we do not need more,
therefore they cut and steel our
pension.
We are old
and do-sent matter
any more.
We are old.
And so that Thursday passed
when, among the rocks,
we had no feet, no food,
and later no tongue.
Keep silent,
We had used it up without knowing,
we said yes without knowing how
and among yeses and yeses
we were left lifeless among the living
and they all looked at us and thought us dead.
We didn't know
what could happened because the others
seemed to agree about being alive
and there we were
without even being able
to say no, no,
or perhaps no, or ever
no, or always
no no
no no
no no.
We have soon election to come,
than we matters.