Derelict

We were living at a time of derelicts, drunks

Outnumbered in wealth by golden gods

A fight broke out every night

It was starting to seem unavoidable

Thered be fire and stones

And blood and violence

And we were all yearning for peace

Or that’s what we told ourselves

Peace we said

As we drew the hammer above our head

We knew we were losing

It seemed like we always lost

We got used to losing,

Got used to the boiling in our blood

We started to wonder what we’d be without it

It was a time of plenty

And we felt so poor

Even the rich felt poor

Scooping the wealth closed to their breast

We were losing

It wasn’t like the old days any more

When a thought could carry us from the depths

All good thoughts were examined

Scrutinized

Doubted

nothing put down roots

Nothing stuck in the earth

And the earth dried up

It blew away on any strong wind