Time Stands Still

The end of the story,
Came at the beginning-
All was written and
Predicted before the start
And the struggles of living,
In the trenches of doomed
Eternity, drag on
As time stands still,
In the agony of inaction
And through the stupefied actions
Of the politically manipulated,
Leading the politically blind.
In ancient times the weak
Fell as fodder and the
Mighty, lived as gods.
With so much progress
The rules have changed,
So the impression of change
Has given, as the weak
Continue to live as the duped
And the mighty continue
To live as demigods.

J.Bibi