Awakened
It was a thundering sound
When it fell, crashing
Obliterating all comfort
A heavy heart sank
You were not there
It would be harder now
Harder to brush aside
Harder to push down
Harder not to see
Masters of society want more
More of what is really less
They play as gods
Far from sight
Littering the earth with misfortune
The fortune is almost wasted
Spilling over the entire sphere
Nowhere to hide
Wars break out
To feed the machine
Because peace is free
-Camille Delaquise