Topple the Tower

As I drift in thoughts that the newness brought
My plan is wrought, as a theme is caught
By my perception, feel the connections,
Change directions, break into sections,
All foundations, of old situations
Built on sand, I took to hand
My destination, using creations
Forming nations
In my mind’s world, flags unfurl,
Mouths unfold, slaves take reign
Let go of chains, the system feigned,
The people rise up
Voices heard, at once absurd,
Become the nerves, and heart of things
The outcries ring, they feel the sting,
At the top, mouths drop,
The pigs’ meals slopped, in golden troughs
But it’s grown stale, hungry babies wail
Quarters trickle, into a pail
The structure failed
To bring peace, into these streets
Gunshots cry out, they scream and shout
Earned turf by blood, with a lack of
Promise or hope, poor turn to dope
To help them cope, and help forget
It ain’t over yet, the pain stays on
All else is gone, they are but pawns
In rich men’s games, the youth are slain
A soldier’s story, short lived glory
While fortunes pile, behind the lines
Another limb, took by a mine
The mortar stings, blood left in rings
Around the turns, of powder burns
A dollar earned, by those in power
As they devour, those paid by hours
While they cower, from public eyes
A land’s demise, is realized
The brutal truth, fought nail and tooth
Dies in the lines, of tomorrow’s lies
Simple diversions, a new excursion
Backed by steel, and munitions
While intuitions and brilliant visions
Are wrote off, as superstitions
Who will rise up?
Who’ll test the power?
Who has the strength, to topple the tower?