The Fall of the Republic

The Fall of the Republic

In halls once bright, where justice stood,
A shadow creeps where truth once lay,
A leader’s grip, misunderstood,
Will tear the light of dawn away.

The courts now bent, their voices hushed,
Their robes no longer cloaked in grace,
A nation’s soul is torn and crushed,
As power’s game begins its race.

Betrayed, the people cry aloud,
But none can hear through deafened ears,
The promises have formed a shroud,
And washed away the nation's fears.

A land once free now wears its chains,
Beneath the weight of endless cries,
The earth will burn, the sky will wane,
As truth is bound and justice dies.

The green fields shrivel in the heat,
The market’s heart begins to fade,
The mighty fall, the weak retreat,
In this new dawn, all debts are paid.

The voices rise, the streets are wild,
The soldiers march with steely eyes,
The children lost, the mothers mild,
All watch as hope begins to die.

And though the storm may rage and roar,
Its echoes may not cease at all,
For once the cycle starts its war,
The empire’s fall is swift and tall.

The court, the throne, the crown of gold,
All will be dust beneath the feet,
For kingdoms rise, then fade, then fold,
And no man’s rule will end in peace.

But from the ashes, through the night,
A spark will burn in hearts anew,
A glimmer, faint, yet full of light,
And in its glow, the world will view…

A time to rise, to break the chains,
To challenge fate, to walk the path,
To heal the land and quench the flames,
And seek the future from the past.

For even in the darkest hour,
When power’s grasp seems far too wide,
The will of people holds great power,
And hope remains where truth abides.