Change
Are we there yet?Is it time?
Is the world really ending in rhyme?
We're watching it burn,
We're watching them drown,
We're watching them rise,
We're keeping our mouths shut,
Eyes wide in surprise.
It's nothing,
Not to worry,
It'll come out right in the end,
As we wend our weary way
To the end of our days,
In a state of denial about what has changed.
We're great again,
Always have been.
We got something back we didn't know we'd lost,
Won the fight but in debt at the cost.
And when there's nothing left but the self-satisfied grins,
Of those in the know,
Of those who need to win,
With their self-confidence rising like sea-levels,
Will we prise our pride out of their cold dead hands?
Or follow leaders into the chaos of unknown lands?
If there's anything left at the end of all things,
When the fight is done,
When we've drowned in the sun,
It will be the knowledge that there's power in belief,
That we thought we were right,
That we all fought the night,
That we couldn't have done a damn thing to change it if we tried.
Could we?
Should we?
Will we?
See me afterwards.
There will be a test,
On what we thought was best.
We won't have passed,
We'll be the last.
We're there now,
It's almost time,
To take ourselves to bed,
And kiss the earth good night.
Day 3 of my #Inktober poetry challenge. If you like it, let me know and feel free to share!
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