|Once Upon Tomorrow's End (poem)
||[Sep. 6th, 2004|12:15 pm]
This Ruined Puzzle
|[||Leaning on me till I'm grounded
|[||Reflect some evil to your head, until you're dead
A shocking reminder of the reality we have all chosen.
A collective gasp of shock in the face of humanity.
Now there is no room for pessimism
A cynical brainstorm will do no good here.
No, only hope can pull us through.
A better tomorrow though is not an option.
We've seen to that.
It will be just the same as now
Just as the day after that
And after that
How many shattered tomorrows will we have to endure before everything is whole again?
How many crushed dreams?
How many lives will have to be broken before this blood lust ends?
Until the boys come home as men...
Until the men come home as boys...
When will this end?