a shrine of insignificance

cry my sweet children,
you tried your best to kill the beast,
you fought long and hard,
the villagers fell into the trap,
and mistook monster for hero,
and hero for monster.

cry my sweet children,
you tried your best to kill the beast,
fear will not leave this land this time,
the seduction of the beast remains firm,
a false illusion of security,
has doomed us all.

cry my sweet children,
pray that we can hold out,
until the next hero comes to slay the beast,
the many eyes gaze on us now,
but some of us may still find safety,
at least in our own thoughts.

cry my sweet children,
you tried your best,
at least now we can find rest.

plb

Filed under: General, Politics, Rambling on November 3rd, 2004