By: Gus Victoria
The bridge built strong once
In decay now spans precariously,
Made decrepit by negligence,
Oxidized in its own haughty air,
Weighed down by superior disdain
Cast upon those that built,
And those that cross
By the Keepers of the Span,
Honor is theirs to squander,
Authority they've spent,
Bankrupt now beyond their owns skins
That like Argus they watch,
Blind to all else,
Truth of purpose
Weak before the habit of corruption,
Caring souls
Labeled disobedient,
Perpetrators of poor judgment,
Reprimanded for inefficient conformity,
The bridge postpones its fate
As obstacles multiply,
Defying its own nature,
The bridge stands feebly
Until that humble soul
With clear vision
Sets it aflame,
The bridge burns!
Embers dance in the night.
The bridge burns!
Leaderless, the wolves scatter.
The bridge burns!
They that in arrogance walked,
Now in despair kneel.
The bridge burns!
