I had a dream

Which woke me in the night

The roar of a Lion

Silenced by fright

 

Not of darkness or death

For did the fear grow

But of a lack of memory

Of one’s own soul

 

Ravages of time

Spilled blood endured

Speed! Change! In place of reason

Our forgotten past ensured

 

Lonely did the Lion sit

Silenced in a shroud

His lineage now driven

By the worries of the crowd

 

Great actions of those first generations

Buried with them in the ground

Thrown away for new thought!

By men with chests never proudly pound

 

Leaders, mores, ambitions cast aside

And the roar once heard across the sea

Now drowned by waves of terror

Sought help not to be reached

 

Awoken in a dreadful sweat

Is this the fate we’ll meet?

Surely this is not our future

If we can just rise to our feet

 

In the dream thrown was asunder

The past for what lay in store

Greatness and growth condemned

As simple desire for more

 

This is not the first such movement

Abounding patterns to be seen

Our roar need not be silenced

If only we take heed