of a world dying
a people sleeping
awakened by crying
screaming and fleeing
running from the destruction
the bombs fell and war had begun
no one was going to be able to thrive
some could survive
some would last
alive but barely living
the sirens wail
not to warn us
but to tell us how we've failed
the dreams haunt the dreamer
how the future plays
upon his screen
is not in his control
how many wish the future
to be beautiful
are many
how many act to make it so
are few
so very few
