I sense the end
Blowing through the streets
Like heady breezes making the windbells chime.
I want to believe
In a dream of permanence
Of freedoms impervious and inalienable.
I sit bedside
Of a dying democracy
Crumbling inside from its cancer.
I do not cry
Because this encroaching darkness
Provokes more than petty tears.
I feel doomed
Destined to become a cog
In a monstrous machine of tyranny.
I am at sea
Floating atop a fathomless black ocean
Not knowing when I'll be dragged down.
I am not fit
I won't stand a chance
If running becomes the only option.
I fight with words
Words not even seen
Words I type and scream into a void.
I don't want to be a martyr
Dying for a cause
I shouldn't have to fight for.
I exist within a whim
Of a cosmic happenstance
No predetermined destiny to name.
They invoke the name of gods
To fuel their incoming crusades
No longer hiding behind benevolence.
They've already tried
To pave their way with the blood
Of enemies they declared evil.
They're not happy with a pound
They want many tons of flesh
At the expense of innocent souls.
They no longer care
Allowing our children to die
All for their so-called righteous deliverance.
So, remember us as we were
When the gunfire rends the air
When the corpses fill the streets.
Remember us as we were
At the pinnacle of the takeover
When the last symbols of democracy fall.
Remember us as we were
When the stars and stripes become crosses
And freedoms are rarer than diamonds.
Remember us as we were
Only ever wanting peace
Only ever wishing love could win.
About the Creator
CD Turner
I write stories and articles. Sometimes they're good.
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