Sometimes,
in the fall of deep
silent despair
When,
there's nothin left
but prayer
Time builds a staircase,
out of nowhere

With it's every step
brings closer, the clarity
of sound mind

Colours in the sky
Blend into the blue

Golden yellow
The mellow sun

Bids adieu
Slides to the west

Slender and tall
The shadows fall

Sudden rains
A little downpour

Shiny wet
The platform gets

Daily
Life goes on

Moments to moments
Faces change

It’s a journey
Destinations await

Behind the palm trees
In the vast, rust coloured sky
Sets the orange sun

the dictator's unjust message
is of
socialism
and soon we'll be caged
in its
schism

the voice of the inflicters
shall
increase
as the sole individual's  
suffering won't
decrease

the leftists want
total
hegemony
over our minds bodies
and
souls

the world's population
will need to comply and  
convert
as this transition
shant be
inert  

the dystopian times
draw ever
nigh
whereupon tyranny's
rule shall
apply