Yesterday’s Hero

Blistered vocal chords

Sing songs

Out of tune

In the days

Of crimson suns

And waining moons

To the hope of a world

Not so hopeful

And charred with

The leftover ambitions of

Yesterdays hero

We will wait

To see what the sky

Will bring tomorrow

Corruption

I love corruption

So out of sync

With the times

Anyone can have this disease

With no discrimination

It knows no boundaries

Loyalties

To party or side

Corruption within

The voids

So to see it with

My own eyes

I see that no one

Is free from the powers

That be

The Kingdom

When did we become peasants

Serving the queen

Of taking the path

Paved by others

Not blazed by the own

Heart

The heartless

Have ripped our lives

Out of our own

To this unknown

We are not a passive stupid people

We are focused on saving

What we have left

To live for

Bench

The bench sits

Through all of the seasons

Taking it’s time

In winter

And fall

Behind

In summer

But sit along the bench and

Feel the life around

See the life going by

It is the life of a bench

From the bench’s eyes

Implication

The implication

Of the deeds

Done and left behind

Is that we

As a people

Have little choices

This time

To select a leader of hope

Rather than avoid the worst

The implication is that

Life is falling apart

With a burst

Appear

What appears to happen

Is not the intent

Of what happened

When we look deeper

We see the mistakes of many

Create one

And the reliance of those

On others

Creates more

So we must stand for what is

Right