Death Dream by Nemo

OLD MEN RULE

By Nema

The old men rule,
the young men die;
the women bleed,
the children cry.
The lion roars,
the eagle screams.
Are we waking
from our dreams?

The old men rule,
and count their gold;
the young men scorn
what they’ve been told.
The women learn
to use a knife.
The children climb
the Tree of Life.

The old men rule
the halls of death
with shriveled hearts
and frozen breath.
The young men wake
from the old dream,
and nothing is
what it may seem.

The women break
from all the years
of subtle chains
and bitter tears.
The children fly
toward the sun;
the cities burn,
their time is done.

The old men rule
the narrow tomb.
The young men storm
the gates of doom.
The women heal
the battered earth.
The children bring
themselves to birth.

We are rising
from our dreams;
the lion roars
the eagle screams.
The children free,
the women full,
the young men wise,
no old men rule.