Our time will come

A dark storm is rising.
A black cloud on the horizon.
A formation of hate, despair, all that is evil,
Drifting closer.
I can feel the pull of darkness.
Drawing me forward, pulling my strings.
From the light, I wander into the dark.
From the dark, I am overcome, and taken.
I am thrown to another place; a black tinge awakens on my face.
Dark figures circle and chant.
I swing and fight in hope of escape but am hurled to the ground and spat upon.
I am afraid, and I submit.
I am condemned now.
Condemned living as one of them.
Condemned to live as a piece of something I hate.
Condemned living in the cruelty that is my world,
Not as an individual, but a mere pawn in this dark game we play.
Scrape and save to survive.
Grovel to our leaders to be thrown the bread we need to live.
This is my life today.
This is your life as well.
The blame will remain on our shoulders as long as we differ in a perfect world.
Society is bliss for the leaders of nations.
We will come to power in time.
Justice will come to the evil and prosperity to the innocent.
We will reign.
In time.