Hold you head high,
Don't fight the tide that holds your pride.
Do you look away; do you listen to the lie?
The seed they planted; the people hide.
Even when you look the other way, the hate follows true,
Your attempts to stop it are frugal.
Death knocks on every door; you better not let it through,
Hate beats you down with strength so brutal.
If we are meant to be angels, avengers,
Did his words run shivers down your back?
Why do we play demons, scavengers?
Did you find faults in his rehearsed speech, any lack?
You need to discontinue listening to the lies that stem from his lips,
His words engulf you like restrictive vinery,
Do so, and receive everlasting, promising bliss.
Are these really the bonds of glory and finery?
Now you see the pain you caused, the suffering you spread,
Can you still breathe beneath the weight of that burden?
You had closed your eyes; now look where your feet led.
He came to power; the sky darkened; the country was broken.
Yet, even as strength leaves you, your common sense should have stayed,
He was a beast with the weapons words bring,
The good of your country was tried.
You can try and turn back time; even as you desperately cling.
To the past when your country was worthy and significant, a past that shattered,
The game pieces fall to the ground; the king's crown falls upon the board,
The pieces of your heart scattered,
The heroes fall, the cowards soared.
Is it time to end the hate that consumes the world?
With your wishes and disgraces written upon paper,
The fire blackens it to dust, the edges curled.
When the lying man dies, will he meet his Maker?
The indignity that adores harassing your country,
May never evaporate completely in the sun nor shall the rain wash its mistakes away,
The historical grandeur that made him so hungry.
A hunger that can't be satisfied, full of ambition and greed; he will be killed some day.
The war fought and lost,
The country's people in disgrace,
There is no one to hold the country, to lift it.
If only you had seen, if only you had heard the lies, it would not have led to the violence.
You can't turn back the hands of time,
But you can fix the future for your offspring,
The bell has rung such a melodious, soothing chime.
To learn from your blunders, keep the past and future from fusing.
Something to hold you over well I'm in my writer's slum. Have fun. R&R.
Yours,
Fel