Rebirth

When water conquer banks
shall memories flow
bittersweet
those glory days
those many moons
man was once with all.
Now soldiered
closeted hearts echo
to a bite
treated by a blind eye
in all ages
sung the birds
cried the fish
unheard
in agony
the racers
turned for gold.
Came (non)sense then
wigs digged graves
and rulers now slaughter life
barely alive
in the name of power
founded on fear
disguised as hope.
Coming age shading
and globe of beacons useless
as a status possession
or new title
paperweight
at best a moments smile.
Soon
further distant
from their own home
of untouched grounds
and abundant silence
sought in dreams of day and night
be found in one’s utopia
through ruby sand
or pale flats
and endless valleys
retire
then rebirth
witness our cores of all.