Ancient Iteration 3

For A.A.


And you will scream,
Wailing in the dark nights.
With an eccentric vigour.

You will scream,
For the justice you knew,
Lies dead and decayed.
Time will bear witness,
Blind and ignorant,
Turned by whims,
Of wealth and deceit.

And you will scream,
To the endless nights,
Of sheer agony and pain.
In the knowledge,
That you know nothing.

And you will scream,
For colours to evade you.
The blood and filth,
Will permeate your existence,
Your pallor will speak,
Of your faces reflection.

And you will scream,
For nothing worth speaking,
Was ever gently said,
And nothing worth saying,
Was quietly heard.

And you will scream,
For the deaf ears of children,
Can yet still be broken in,
And the eye of the blind,
Be unveiled from their fear.

And you will scream,
For change is not coming,
And apathy is inscribed,
In every path of life.
Every player is a cheat,
And every cheat a player.
The teacher ignorant,
To their students passion dead.

And you will scream,
For you know all this,
And yet you will scream,
And do nothing.