Nostalgia



Longing for a fictional past

Gazing into Chimera’s eyes

Society trembles.

What have we become?

Bodies writhe on modernity’s battlefield

Clawed hands scratching a forgotten wasteland

Dreams of lives that once grew.

What have we become?

Flags wave in nationalist power

Winds of Empire longingly blow

Propaganda sings with siren’s splendour.

What will we become?

Whispers of blame swirl on xenophobic air

Scapegoat’s cacophony to thunderous applause

Nostalgia’s victim silenced.

What have we become?

We are many

We are one

A body shaped within the forge of fury.

What have we become?

Hush Father and Mother

Listen to our child

What might we become?

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