From The Lab

Words To An Empire

The signs were clear and here comes trouble,
In a form of crumbled dreams.
Clues that will speak beneath the rubble,
Proving nothing's as it seems.

The ancestors learned one lesson late,
When the flag was at half mast,
How could they have seen their own sad fate
Without teachers of the past?

Their deeds and sins sit on the mantles,
Collected with words and page,
The benefit of their example
Guides the plot and works the stage.

What once was great and stood tall, unmatched,
Simply no longer exists.
That perfection which could not collapse,
Has faded and will be missed.

Beliefs that all can weather the squall,
And survive intact, unfazed;
Pride and anger thrive before the fall,
Entombed within the last graves.

With preparation it's plain to see
The price, the ultimate cost.
You'll have paid your debt to history,
In pain, despair, and lives lost.

Changes now delay future's mourning,
Time walks quickly, step by step.
Defiant in the face of warning;
Could you tell me who is next?