Shadows of Windswept Past

 Haunted by shadows of the past--
the present, not so promising;
my future lies in the beacon of clouds -
the only arm left in my hidden armory.

Turbulence in the skies--
stirs the clouds of uncertainty;
economic depression looms overhead
as if tomorrow would never come.

Endless wars and genocide--
seems to me the times are not a changin';
prophetic words of Dylan held close to my heart
for so long, until now.

Holocaust and genocide--
kins of mass killing and destruction;
global warming and famine--the end
of days - is it not far behind?

Accumulation of wealth--
fueled by corruption and greed;
how far and how low can you go
just to satisfy your ego?

If we don't change our foolish ways--
the future would drown in a sea of doom;
nothing would be left behind,
not even the shadows of our windswept past...