All Began Poem by William Brooks

The lightning flashes, the thunder claps
Trying to trace its way back
To where the lies all began.

Our minds are hibernating
The world is rapidly decaying.
As a lonely boy sits in his room and sees it all,
What's wrong with this world. All of its flaws.

We watch the world grow darker.
We see it, we feel it,
And sit indifferent.
Who will join the boy and rise above it?

And yet people still don't understand,
That the lightning flashes, the thunder claps
Trying to trace its way back
To where the lies all began.

The leaders of the world oblivious to their sludge.
Cold to the fact that this kid sleeping in their muck
Will one day be the successor of them all.
A few threaten him, but he does not budge.
Cannot.

One after another, they plummet off the stool of arrogance.
He stands above on a podium of right and just.
Crawling over each other, blaming one-another.
Can they not see it? The reason they fell?

And yet people still don't understand,
That the lightning flashes, the thunder claps
Trying to trace its way back
To where the lies all began.

How could they not see that you can't stand,
On a floor rotten to its foundation?
Their senseless wars spill blood disappearing into the black sand.
As the boy turns into a man, into a leader, he heals the world.