A Changing Of The Tide Poem by Ron Knight

The crown has lost its glory
and the thorns reflect a world in pain
the powers have been broken
and the children have all learned the game
but I remember laughing
with anyone who would decide
and I remember bathing
in the beauty of the countryside
but that was in another world
where learned men would help the poor
not try create another war

Well the actor moves across the stage
while the audience all follow
he throws himself in fits of rage
with a passion that they swallow
the politician mumbles
before his house of cards tumbles
40 thousand staving children
choke on their last breath
who's idea of paradise
is 40 thousand deaths

The lion tamer cracks his whip
without a hint of fear
the magic man with sleight of hand
can make you disappear
while vicious dogs can smell the blood of men
on these streets of broken dreams
and shattered souls are on their knees again
amid the sounds of silent screams
I've been studying these raging seas
where hope does not reside
who is there to hear my plea
for a changing of the tide