The sky’s reaction tempered in its delay,
nature’s elements mirror the voice of heavens,
the moon reflects from water’s edge,
in the hands of our human race
pendulums tick at the gates of global community,
with power the currency and
influence means of writing the script,
for fear of tomorrow
of our children and strength
the truth only recompense in vision,
no manifesto trusted in your name,
the flame only flickers with concern
often the opposite is true
and ruthless when it comes,
drums can’t break the monotony between us,
but whistles blow in the kingdoms courts.