Shouldering the Burdensome Load
Why must the few to shoulder all of the load
so taking all of the majorities responsibilities
While the many flounder in their own wastes
perpetuating their evident inconsistencies?
While in this world of uncertainty, its demands
The weak of society gather in their own bands
As if the walking dead in their footsteps appear
Blank their expressions, all actions not sincere.
Should it take a new and regal personage
Theirs of a sovereignty, even royal vestige
One to relight the dimming flames of time
That provides life's reason, for it to rhyme?
When the timid do hide each a trembling face
The strong and fearless leader all to embrace
Taking great weights upon their brawny backs
Lighting up the dark, with imprints of their tracks.
Could we not just take a look within our own heart
There to reveal a true source of strength, all a part
Then a discovering of the powers, of an individuality
There to find at last a sense of hope to set us free?
For hope, the sense we have, when our future's bright,
A vibrant and shining star in the dead of darkest night
As we search within ourselves, denying other sources
Listening to our hearts to beat, as our own inner voices.