House of Cards
by John Trent
Perilous are these lost days
Humanity’s fabric worn
It lay gravely and unsteadied
On a fragile house of cards
Yet, we wait to fight
While our grand façade crumbles
And these ancient walls breached!
The bells of freedom are slow to fade
A poison runs deep,
Within an ocean of apathy
No remorse, no feeling!
Safely we exist and hide from ourselves
Yet, this enemy smiles
Awaiting compassion’s ruin
“For all cards are marked,
And all fates will collide!”
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