Continuation of Futile Struggle

The tire rolls down the long forgotten path

Bumping on its forlorn ridges, scars of wrath

Eventually, it slows to a stop, falling over

Memories of pain rest within, taken over

 

A broken legged man continues to walk

Face ragged with age of experienced shock

Limping, he moves forward past the fallen

Surrounding the truth of their refusal of action

 

Still, the sun glares down upon his motion

Flames blanket him, as it did to many before

Struggling forward with a will never beaten

The corpses rise with a ferocious encore

Whether against or for his fight

Their final act before departure in the night

Cruelties marking what's left to be remembered

The sun sets, all questions now answered