AristotleHeed not the statues lining the hall
Ignore their entreaties, go on.
The smiles of a stone can flicker by fire
The beauty of bronze will soon fade

The pedestals, crafted by years of long work,
Just distraction. A fool’s wasted day.
The heroes of yore reduced to a mound
All stones can be sand given time

How odd that the elements, though not as out here
Can effect those statues within
The pantheon crafted by the work of one’s mind
Can be fleeting, can be blunted by age.


No More Heroes

Stop waiting for heroes
To ride over the hill
Your only salvation
Rests in your own will

The crises we face
Here at home and abroad
Are solved not be a leader
To whom we only applaud.

We must be engaged
In our world here today
For citizens without voice
Have in fact lost their way.

The lights that divert us
Away from the truth
Cannot be defeated
In a simple voting booth.

Politics is enduring
Regardless of season
And while politicians are bought
We must exercise reason.

To work for progression
And to prevent our destruction
Requires a new way of thought
A new mode of instruction

So long to the cut throat
The vicious rat race
We must live all together
And pursue a new pace.

But such changes to our world
Will not come from above
Our own greatest power
Is our power to love.

The heavens can wait
Your epitaph too
What action can be taken
What now can you do?