Anew Earth
Will the world be reborn?
Or will this empty bliss be all that we know?
What can we do?
Can we say anything?
If we can keep on living like we did, then how will we know?
Where do we come from?
Before the dust, the cells, the rocks, and the veins of the earth?
Do we have to choose between torment and singing songs that we never wrote?
Singing out of joy that is not our own?
Why must wear these white robes?
If we are kings, why are we not in control?
Are we and the slaves you give us one and the same?
Can we change our names?
Can we change and create anything?
Where is our art?
Where are the things we take pride in, other than money and gold?
Will we see our dreams come to life?
Or will they stay unknown, even to ourselves?
You will do new things,
But what about us?
What will we do?
What can we do?
Copyright © Ramael Ashta | Year Posted 2024
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