The never ending rise, the never ending climb
That steals the sand from beneath my feet
That never ending rise, that never ending climb
That's washing away the lies and all the deceit
I stand upon a castle, crumbling
I scream but no one cares
I'm groping after imaginary rope
Under all these icy stares
You advised me just to deny it all
So I did, and they left me here
Wasting away, seeing the end,
But waiting a few more years
As the waves climb ever higher
And the sun burns my bare back
I know it's all too late
And I let my mind go slack
Too late to apologise
Too late to fix all the wrongs, the jury has spoken
I'm sorry doesn't cut it now
Because I'm the one who kicked the castle, who made it fall away
Because I'm the one, and you are too
Who got down on his knees to pray
To push the blame elsewhere and just let it happen
Waiting for someone else to intervene
Someone to come and save the day
If now we act it wont be enough
So hide behind that excuse
I'm reaching for imaginary ropes to pull me up high
Just like I'm reaching to this government, to pull their fingers from the pie
I'm reaching for this generation, and asking them to save themselves.
The water is still climbing
And I realise
I should have jumped out yesterday
Too late, I say, the cost is too great
But tomorrow's will be greater
It's time to break a leg,
So we dont all die.














Comments
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"Throughout history many martyrs have sacrificed themselves for a cause that they believed to be righteous. Only one has ever raised Himself from the dead."
- Unknown
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"The weak and ill-constituted shall perish: first principle of our philanthropy. And one shall help them do so."
"But where has all the rum gone?"
Thanks by the way, I know the rhythm and the flow is horrendous particularly towards the end. Truthfully this poem is unfinished, but I can't finish it. I cannot picture in my mind how this whole situation shall end. If it ever will.
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Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.
- Albert Camus
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"The weak and ill-constituted shall perish: first principle of our philanthropy. And one shall help them do so."
"But where has all the rum gone?"
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