What is it the remains?
When they take it all away?
When they tear it all down?
What is it that stays dim lit in the embers last glow?

We have come to this again.
It is a time of evil men
They walk abroad across the land
Terrorizing the good people
With broken glass.and starvation.
This famine is our creation.
Our own monsters coming back to tear down what we built with our loving hands,

This is not who we are.
Not who we were meant to be.
Heartless with no humility.
I am stuck grieving the future I thought I knew.
Now dancing on the whims of a mad man
And those infatuated with him.
And greedy for power.
(But they will rule over empty buildings
And empire of wreckage) 

And yet we are here.
In this cozy house.
And I am tucked next to your warmth in my bed.
Is this all it takes to keep me fed?
Of course they can take that and shatter our love.
We are useless to them.
In their bubbling small ideas.

I am afraid.
Afraid to answer the question.
Afraid to find out.
But I fear the time of reckoning has come.