Watch!
We're watching you,
through membraned sockets:
a soulless glare of
uninspiring irrelative generations.
Heed the Harbinger
We are the downtrodden,
the used, and the finished.
We're waiting and watching,
predicting the end of the
world.
And new life forms from dust
while we return to such.
Naive youths control
as the fate of the world
unfurls.
Only ashes remain: a squandered youth delivered.
Only memories contained,
a sign never to ignore
fate's cruel Harbinger. |