Collapsing upon the artifacts
of yesterday's Empires
Our children's dreams
crash with the weight of our
mistakes
Deafening is the sound
of the cannon
that explodes
killing all hope
with its self indulgent ammo
aimed towards the throat
Individual thought banished
only clones of past
ghost
with charged thought
press forward
Their words travel upon winds
from coast to coast
providing what comfort
they may against
the lies
tomorrow brings