Los Dos Compadres: The Storm

When the world seemed to riot in silent unison
and the skies parted ways
I believed something would change

When our ground began to crumble underneath our seats

and the inferno peaked 

I believed something would change

Nothing did

Nothing ever does

Finally, I thought

a system would be in place where the rules are made by the ruled

and we could represent our ideas

Finally, I thought

those mindless waves of miniatures would have a path set

and we would no longer have to watch

Maybe, just maybe

those above us smiled for a split second

and pandora finally released hope

Maybe, just maybe

our chains cracked from the rumbling

and the clouds finally released their moisture

But somehow, I think someone heard me

and something did change

And then, raging tears flooded,

suffocated our throats

and wailed while we withered

And then, explosive plumes puffed,

drowned our lungs

and smoked our remaining ashes

It started with a push,

a paddle through the current.

Someone shot roots under the ruins.

It sharted with a shove,

a burst of fresh air through the smog.

Someone opened the door in a four wall room.

No one said it would be easy.

But, being easy isn't always right.

Heaven descended that day. 

But the angels did not bless us,

we showed them what was blessed.

Hell rose that day.

But the demons did not burn us,

we showed them what was ravaged.

My wounds have not healed

but, I have not bandaged them.

A storm is coming

--a storm that will change the world.

A storm is coming

--a storm that will change the world.

The footsteps of my gods

are not those of my own feet

but of the path I must pave.

The footsteps of my people

are not those of my diction

but that of a lesson in patience.

My mistakes are no more of my present

as are the blunders of my past.

All we hold is the future, 

all we can do is weather the storm.