LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012
The cursed dreams of civilization
Will be fed by corruption's hand,
Like rotten roots that stretch out
Through the foundations of the land.
What once was hope,
A future of light and progress,
Now gets lost in greed's dark cloak,
In a cycle of oppressive duress.
Corruption wears its masks,
Smiling in the crowd's embrace,
While it silently drains away
The essence of an entire race.
And dreams, born pure and bright,
Transform into cold nightmares,
Driven by empty hands
That leave us at the mercy of despairs.
But as long as there are those who see,
Who dare to resist the dark,
Perhaps dreams can still take flight,
Free from corruption's cruel mark.