Apr 5, 2017

Let This Serve As A Warning

By Their Own Hand

Each bitter verse behind us now,
the battle rages on
while children cry and young men die,
the old men, they hold on
to lost ideals, their bitter pills
ideas of their own making
for as they do condemn us now
the earth beneath them shaking.

Swallowed up by their own hate,
they lash, intent to drag us down
never seeing as they do
our weight will make them drown
washed away, a flood of green
they stole from each and all
until the weight of their own greed
forced their very fall.