Heavy Hope

When the sun shines from behind a fool’s eclipse It is known that something greater lingers The residing world has no time to fix Conniving, destructive and fearful fingers Anarchy swoops, tearing down the overlords What is left is nothing more than a blunder Indignant upheaval gives life to the hordes Till martyrs and mavericks tear them asunder And then the light fades from orange to red We can see the end creeping up to our doors Rush back inside to avoid all the dead Tend to your wounds - those suppurating sores But fear not the future and be contented to stay For tomorrow, my friend, is a brand new day 02-Jun-2004