Old hands in a short reign

Old hands in a short reign
mischief becomes them
all the while we degrade
mighty lost with moral outage
we should think again
power is corrupt and
love will always prevail
when Time mourns lost
shadows and gravity finds
space to hold our courage
condensed to the current sphere
we only sound as good as
we tell our stories - defend
your honor on home of family
not governed by proxi fakes...