When the trumpets fade
When the marching stops
When the drums are silent
When the chants are ended
When the riots cease
When the fight is over
What comes next?
When there are no more rich to eat
When there are no more foes to beat
When the rivers finally run clear
Will we still celebrate a brand new year?
What comes next
What comes next?
Imagine it and portray in text
What comes next?
When the howling quiets
When the screaming is silenced
When the hate is gone
What will it look like, that new dawn?
Competition? Of what kind?
Expansion of the eager mind
I want to know
I want to see
A world that will never
Be for me
What comes next?
What comes next
When… when…
When the soft rains fall
When we’re safe one and all
When the suffering is at its end
When there are no more knees to bend
To what end will our collective effort trend?
What gardens will we have to tend?
Will there still be existential dread
When at last our war is dead?
What will they say of us
What will they think of the lives we lived
Looking back on what we were
They’ll say we lived
Of that I’m sure
After we have found the cure
But what comes next
I want to know
Will my descendants remember the scent of snow?
What comes next
When trumpets fade
What comes next
What comes next
What comes next?
About the Creator
Alexander McEvoy
Writing has been a hobby of mine for years, so I'm just thrilled to be here! As for me, I love writing, dogs, and travel (only 1 continent left! Australia-.-)
"The man of many series" - Donna Fox
I hope you enjoy my madness
AI is not real art!
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