Screams Deafened By Roaring

Incredulous dogma festering in bygone sentiment. Condescending airs gracing the tables of broken alliance. An horizon of folly filled belief in the ancient. Walking head on into raging fires expecting to not burn! The brow of the collective now stern and concerned. The brow of the upstart and their disdain for the world. The sun casts shadows using planets to blind us. Electric lights can’t lighten all of the dark voids. The winds scream the songs of past generations who valued democracy more than the power of the coin. Where once we ran now we are crawling, where once we commanded we’re now the penitent man. Sands shift in the night without warning. Nature controls the fate of the man. Once proud now we are bawling, a screaming ant can’t be heard by the lion roaring in the terrains or pastures of any of earths lands.