The Way of the World

The once mighty have fallen, Their ashes fills the air. The new martyrs have risen, Bringing tears of despair. Behold the cold lawmakers, They cast a shadow of doom. Perched on lofty towers, Like witches on a broom. Pity the hungry masses, No meat to fill their bowls. Backs and spirits broken, Now hunkered down like trolls. Hearken to the righteous, Their wings are no disguise. They speak the words of peace, With fire in their eyes. Don't trust your quiet neighbor, That's hiding from the sun. Beneath the dark of night, He'll shoot you with his gun. Beware the silent partners, Tyrants behind the scenes. They rule the ups and downs, And all the in betweens.