What will Become

Dreams of yester year are here for a good ponder.

Dreams of yester year?

Nightmares of what was.

Take a good gander over the pier and you will see it gather near.

Storm clouds of what will become.

It’s not the dividends of what we’ve done but the sum.

The sum of our greed and hate among other things.

No one knows what the future brings.

But heed my forecast for it is bellowing storms.

It will be a land berated with rain until the land is covered in worms.

A sight to see as it falls to decay and disarray.

So what future will you build with those hands of yours?

What dream will you bring into being with that mind of yours?

For whom will you toil and persevere with that heart of yours?

Your life is but a grain upon a mountain, but you struggle as Atlas.

The weight of a world with millions of grains upon your back.

Always prepped to fight off some unknown attack.

But tell me, were the Gods merciful unto Atlas?

I’ll take a gander and say naught.

So tell me, who shall help you if not God?

Is it your fellow man that delves deeper into darkness with every passing year?

Answer me this good man, why cry for a world throwing itself over the ledge?

It was the choice of many, so let them bleed for it.

Such an incredible tide, how could but one grain stand against a coming tsunami?

Relent my man and submit calmly.

You call me to concede, yet I have won!

For I have turned other coals upon this mountain into diamonds.

And with their light they shine brighter than the sun.

You tell us to concede to hardheaded bulls but we are lions!

With every kind light, we emblaze hundreds of acres in land.

You, my friend, are in no position to make a demand.

With every torch passed, the darkness dashes away from our every step.

We shall march forward and make a new dawn.

If the mountain is crumbling, we shall break it in two and start anew.

The world shall find hope again and be reborn as a fawn.

And so the wolves will eat you whole for a fawn is little more than a pawn.

Wiser men than you or I shall play their game when we are all slain.

They control from a far and all their days they sing as we suffer in pain.

How could a world so lost under the clouds of yester year find its way out?

Through the hopes of the many.

Together we stand against centuries of tyranny.

Take my torch and carry on.

Light a new pillar so others may find a path to the new dawn.

It’s not so hard to make a change upon the world’s infinity.

Move but one stone out of the way and we come closer to divinity.

So together may we say:

Hope for tomorrow no matter what others may say.

Never tarry in a kind word that could bring a friend our way.

Stay strong in your heart and never become another’s prey.

We are not pawns for another to make us pay.

Together united, we may have some sway.