Walking Away Poem by Alex Lane

The light is gone
the word is out
now is the time of the greatest doubt
down in these cells the prisoners shout
as the bell rings for the last round
between the rich, the awful and the louts
up on the middle ground...

Give us a smile
maybe it'll be okay
there's many things I'd like to say
but they'll have to wait
for another day
to dawn on us but in this dusk
we see the route around the sun
all is there to be said and done
and what a funny game of soldiers we play
a march of hope in a sorry state
of the sufferer and the suffer
each giving rise to the other
and both look the same to me
as neither of them will ever be free
should I just walk away?

but there in bands of sweeping rain
a butterfly torn by a great hurricane
and the loss of a lifetime hung in the brain
I fear I won't be back again
Do these ends really justify their means
or are they just relays inside a machine?
a system, a cycle
a never-ending form
that bears up dreamers
and to dreams are born

The time is nigh but we're ill-prepared
all the guns are running scared
and that light is fading fast
through those souls of glass
this well is dry after years of neglect
soon there's nothing left to protect
we'll seal our own fate with bated breath
because that's all that we have left

one hand in uniqueness
the other in certainty
held up by the arms of the law
positioned in the governing body
all that you wanted came in scores
and you never even had to try
but everything has to change
though you could never say goodbye
chemicals revolving inside your soul
burnt out circuits in a body cold
how many times until this gets old?