Brave New Warriors

Moving through icy shadows
through lands of decay
through the streets of tomorrow
and the landscapes of ash
that regurgitate its sorrow
haunting us as fragmented memory's
the burden is ours to carry
from generation to generation
let this torch be at last passed.

Devastation Vs Thinking..

I write in my note book
the things that i see
the clouds in the sky
the names carved in the trees
The scorched soil
where seeds used to grow
where family's once lived
now hold hands as they go
where the air once was clean
and the sky was blue
where in the oceans once swum life
we cant look at the view
now we all dance the foxtrot
on the edge of a knife
we take refuge in memory's
of our now stolen life.

Action Vs Reaction...

With my words as weapons
and my weapons as words
i inspire, i preach
to the strong,the weak,the absurd
We are brave new warriors
in a brave new world
we should be proud
of the things we built
but mankind is programed to destroy
like little children
comparing the size of there
destructive toys
the endless debates
and endless wars
the human race
was built with many flaws
but none as great
as mankind's ability
to wage aimless warfare
upon itself,
the fabric of reality,
has now torn a tear
crying erratically
lost in a maze of infinite
fears.

Salutation vs Conclusion..

We are brave new warriors
in a brave new world
we should be proud of
what we built...
but not what we helped
to destroy.