This is my Gift for You

In all the days of days
I hope this is not the end
But as much as I wish
For better things to come
I can’t see them on the horizon

For all the days of days
I’ve been trying to walk the road
The land gives way further to waste
I can’t accept this sight
That this is all there is

Why do I feel alone in my anger
That the world has fallen with ash
And buried all the dreams that were.
Why do I quell the rage within when I
Can only scream at rats and roaches
Who are unable to imagine better days
To come when they’ve found perfection.

I never thought
In all the days of days
That we’d return to a point
Where action based on hope
Was revolutionary action.