The storm is coming.
The clouds and turbulence are here.
The sun taken for granted grows dim.
That which was fought for is being taken.

Taken while all watch with a jest on their lips.
Taken in plain sight,
   of all those who care to see.

Dark retribution forms with lightning and thunder.
As the true fall to their knees, 
    crying like rain.
How could it come to this?

My generations watch has failed,
   our children and their children,
       will pay the price.
Their challenge to prevent the price,
   of the death,
​       of freedom.

~~~niantar~~~