well aware of it
history has proven it
caught in the stream of lies
of moments beneath our eyes
the breath of years gone by
no longer gently sighs
it pummels our senses
it stings our eyes
tipping at the brink
a free fall awaiting the release
chaos at every turn
every corner a fearful burn
a glimmer of hope
the fruitful aftermath
ruinous peace prize
the drums of war beat on
corporate kingdoms amass
wealth and power in kind
the people cower in fear
only a key to stroke
afraid to face the flames
turned to fight all
brother against brother
turned away from the other
while the power is taken
transferred to the few
given to those without rules
reaped by those who made the game