Living in such uncertain times
When the will of a man
Quickly becomes the iron fist
Of a tyrant
A scorpion
Robbed of its sting
Becomes but a pet
So great an age
Speaking to any the span of your world
All the more pain
Experienced in muteness
Those great minds before
Building their children a future
How they must weep
At the ignorance of their prodogies
Ignoring the wise
Blind to even the past
Such arrogance
None survive
Carrying forth the burden of your colors
To see them burned all the same
When no arms are left to bear
Broken talons of the eagle
A cacophony of wailing cowards
Commanding from warm beds
The count rises of the arbitrary number
Of your neighbors draped in the splendor
When the calls shriek from the dark
Cold grips your very bones
Light again that torch
Of eternal vigilance
Paradox 