The world fell to it's knees,
I turned my head, to the open endless seas,
To the beat of a broken anthem,
Wrapped up in symbols, held randsom.
I couldn't fight the light,
My mind caught in a fevered plight,
The pages ripped from fragile spines,
Like victims pulled from forced lines.
The world is lying on it's face,
Ripped like roots from the ground with haste,
I hope to see the sun of tomorrow,
Till then, I embrace the sky with sorrow.