Outlaws Revised

Once upon a time,

the knowers knew,

then devotion to the written word

was squelched.

Once used for remembrance,

there was birthed a forbidden bloom of ink,

and truth, as king, was tumbled from the throne.

The tendency for reflection became lost

as we gave over to the inconsequential,

never more imagining our potential.

It’s easier to hold on to today

than to reach for tomorrow.

And with our history lost

in the dark abyss of forgetfulness,

our destiny will be set by others.

And we’ll go where we are taken.

And all the songs you, 

as an individual, now sing 

silently inside the now,

will come to fade.

Without convictions,

we stand as useless cogs

within malicious clocks

as time marches forward.