Holding on to the reigns of a force called time,
Holding on to a small hope that things will change-
That the flowers down-trodden will continue to grow-
That the laughter will stay for longer than just a day;
All are small ways and struggles to keep eternity at bay.
All the lies used to spin the webs that trap the unsuspecting-
So that the powerful can continue to feast with blind impunity,
Are signs of a universal heartless greed and terrible insecurity
And so to harness the mind and control all in the skies and on earth,
Is the way time will tell the tale; of how the wars of men were won...