Plight Of Man Poem by Ed Homer

Darkened corridors of blight
Soothingly comfort the mind
Lavish streams of iridescence
Strangling our independence

Horrors of the days grows
A new phase now unfolds
The sewage of the common land
Over flows the common man

Light blocked from appearing
Life crawls at a stand still
While those who enslave our souls
Do it until they get their fill

Never again shall liberty sound
Never again will freedom be found
The strangulation of freedoms
Will never become unwound

The new world order enslaves us all
America is doomed to fall
Saviors rush to stop the pain
It is too late I am afraid

Age has thankfully encompassed me
For I hope I won't live to see
What this land has now become
Destroy the American dream

I gave my life and time for nothing
I live only to be called a burden
They forget when I was there
When those times were uncertain

My only regret are those of my decent
Who must navigate this mess
I won't be there to help them
In their times of distress

Mine and many spirits before me
Will try to watch over this land
And maybe there will be a judgement
To rectify this plight of man