Not If But When

When all fails to change,
When none bow to authority,
When the lowliest of the low dare retaliate,
When the mightiest of the mighty can do nothing,

When speech turns to drone at meeting air,
When ink turns to smoke while forming words,
When heads turn away at a single glance,
When eyes avert into the shadows,

When the ships fade from the harbor,
When the shop windows cloud with dust,
When the brightest gold dulls to gray,
When the softest throne hardens into stone,

When the night is tainted with screams,
Yet screams yield nothing but spite,
When the day is rife with enmity,
Of insurrection and utter rancor,

When consciousness and sleep are one,
When death and life converge,
When the once-dominant fall before the once-weak,
When the once-weak fell the once-dominant,

When power is leeched dry,
And reshuffled is the fear,
When taken with unsuspected force,
Deny not that the end is near.





For such things are inevitable...at least if history is any indicator. Yes, history, the silent witness to the greatest sins, to the reality that it is never if, always when.