Sunday, December 8, 2013

THE RISING TIDE


I shout beyond the growing chaos
I reach out from the wretched tides
I spread my hands across the drowning waves
I am stuck against war of the worlds

Who am I, unknown, unsung, unheard,
unprecedented, unrecognised, unidentified.
A grain within the infinite sands of time
A whisper amongst the loudest chime

They tear us over their whip and canon
as tearing the wings of a falling swan.
She re-breaths life and struggles free
to bring new life to their fallen spree.

We take them down like corpse in a war
and show them their doom in their power
We shine back now as the fallen stars
having saved us from the autocrats, monarchs.