Caveat to the illusions,
in hope they remember their place-
Spoken in civil delusions,
in hope of a saving grace-
Shield used as sword,
when liberty was just a word-
A choice made; our own accord,
thunderous- conformity whirred.
Little time left for change-
ambitions slowly begin to rust-
Minds already begin to derange,
socially we crumble to dust-
Lacking a true hero or heroine,
a cause to mantle that defines us--
Wandering darkness therein,
searching endlessly for terminus- |