What I wish is to feel the warmth of the hearth within winter

Arise wakeful in a world where its people are kindred spirits
To be ruled with perceptive actions by benevolent dictators 
Blind to profit, vanity and the contemptuous rewards of blood
But it shall not be this day, nor this year, nor this long lifetime

Not while the moneylenders rule the outcome of all our plans

Usurpers in the guise of allies wreak us all a much poorer world
We become a cash cropped humanity languishing in hollow hope
Sated by our small desires and petty, yet magnificent; scandals
While the bad news is buried so deep it shines no light ever again
 

And I wonder when truth becomes clear to me; did we deserve this?

Birth-righted outcasts now within a system that takes away everything
To become so fast the lowest caste within a society evolving into ruin
And I wonder if the truth will become clear; but tis short conjecture
The skilful art of strategy is a slow lesson, learnt well over millennia

For the opiates of the working man’s life are entrenched beyond measure

The essence of humanity is a withal, fragile thing; easily bought and abused
And yet with but one small kindness or spectacle see it vigorously rebought
I do not despair; I am too old to be moved by an unending disappointment
That we are given one life and all we do is pass away its precious time

 © Edetric Vistal