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!