Our decision

A Poem by Ghiasquared

Hope is rusting away to a fragile skeleton of itself,
The daily churn of life has deceived us,
Time rushing by with blinding speed,
Can you feel it draining away?

Our success in progress is a demon disguised,
Forgotten promises lay along the road,
Children following in queue like monkeys,
Are we not obligated to offer them better?

High resolution sin accosting our values,
Fast as light carnal satisfaction,
Morals laughed at and ignored,
Is this what progress has become?

Destiny is in each ones control,
With that comes responsibility,
The split in the road is upon us,
Which way will you go?