Insecurity billows
In high stacks far and wide
Soaring to commune
In thieving droves
Burdening the lowly lands
With darkness and suffocation

Aspirations starve
While plots decay and wilt
And Malice soars on
To graze the helpless sky
Lost
Within a constant embrace
Of whatever schemes
Sure to arise

The depleted tread
In aimless sorrow
Peering upward hopefully
For what once lingering untouched

They stride
Humbled and tired
Unfazed
Unscathed
But unmotivated to defer