Broken chains and echoing screams,
endless pieces of scattered dreams
haunt the mind of the observer,
who must now become a staunch preserver.
 

As paradise is smothered in ash
and the soul and mind begin to clash.
As death and destruction reign supreme
the horizon is oblique and obscene.

There are those so bloody few
who see the future deathly true.
Those who prepare and warn the world
yet their words are into darkness hurled.

As the blood of innocents overflows the  streets,
as the wise are annihilated like pesky weeds,
the tyrants rise in the chaos unseen
with endless resentment without and within.

All this can be averted in time,
the course of civilization swayed just fine.
Such a task demands knowledge and wisdom
to sharpen the collective prism.

There are those who are astute observers
in their speech the status quo disturbers -
when it has become hopelessly corrupt
its wretched course they must skillfully disrupt. 

The many must open their eyes in turn
for there is no fruitful painless return
from a world that is surely bound to burn -
from history it has everything to learn.

The greatest obstacle is to confront 
that within you and that in front. 
One can only truly grow stronger
when one wishes to be weak no longer. 

Strength is in mind, body and spirit as one,
built by many a courageous deed done.
Acceptance of suffering to all innate
and embracing of responsibility reveals fate.

Trembling in fear, cold, alone and in pain,
one's search for meaning is far from in vain.
There are always monsters you face alone
and horrors that chill you to the bone.

The wheel of time keeps turning with no end
and few are ever ready the world to mend. 
It is so much easier to lie and to pretend
that you're the world's closest friend.