Kings and Caesars

Kings and Caesars,
Back to the age —
Blood and fury;
It never went away.

A broken down piano,
Chords from the dark alley,
Holding onto something,
That already slipped from you.

Dreaming,
Dreaming of peace,
Justice,
Brotherhood,
Humanity.

Just seeing the tracks left behind,
As it disappeared over the hill —
Left blood and pain and predators,
Moving in for the kill.

Sad songs from a burning piano,
Calling out your name;
I know that song by memory —
Rise up, rise up again.

(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon