Fossils

Your time has passed
What you have to say
Is no longer relevant
You are The Abuser
Whose last punch
Became enlightenment
For The Abused.
All your power has gone out
No longer are you in control.
We have transcended
Your influence and
This is why you
Are afraid!
With each generation
Your hold on the foundation
Has faltered, slipping…
As your last gasp leads
To a flailing, leaves
You falling off the cliff
Of this civilization
Into the cold waters
Of the past
A fossil – like the statues
Of the oppressors that
Have been torn from the
Town square and
Hurled into the abyss.
A watery wasteland
A stone garden
One last monument to your hate…
Now asleep,
Forever!