One Hundred Suns Poem by Shawn Greyling

As I look back where we came from
I lower my head in shame
This sky stopped its beating
like the beat of a broken drum,
we all seem so useless and sedated.

Take this flag flying so high from me,
it's the weight on my chest that makes me grieve,
for what we have become has not been enough
and this baron life is now an empty vase
filled with flowers the colour of absense.

A colour too dumb and too daring
to keep on looking at through the hour glass.
Our fatal hour and most awesome moment
has come to pass.
We are but granes of sand
counting down the minutes of our lives,
dust to the wind and sun sons running
out of will and out of way,
yet we stay the same