THERE WILL COME A TIME.
There will come a time when the hordes
remember,
who bound our grand-parents to the
yoke of oppression,
who sentenced our parents to
deprivation,
who bid poverty sink its teeth into
our heart,
who teach our children, greed is a
noble art.
Who sent our sons through the gates of
hell
to a litany of cambist
brawls,
crammed coffers with blood-stained
gold
while laughing in Ares'
halls.
"Who does these terrible things to
us?" they will ask,
and when they remember,
they'll bring an energy that is
endless
to drive a fist that is
fearless.
Then this merciless market-driven
world will crumble
under an insurrection of
integrity,
the poor will emerge from the dark
husk of capitalism
to live in the light of social
justice.
There will come a time when the hordes
remember.
