Future

And then the day came.
All the lights went out and the sounds of joy turned to sorrow
We mourned the passing of the golden light, the end of days, the end of peace,
An end in which we had to tell our children, I'm sorry loves there will be no tomorrow
For up on the hill, and parliament square, a sour wind blew through every street in the world
The leaders lied and every one of the people cried
In the end, we were silent
In the bleak dawn, the rule of law fell
and democracy died.