Wince

I wince at the dawn of tomorrow
With fleeting hearts and vivid confusion
The world tips silently down the road

I wince at the forgotten words of yore
A canvas of overtures and vague allegations
The brotherhood of man leaks venom in to every word

I wince at change as it's "righted"
Holding candles in place with steely eyes
The adversaries gleam across the oceans

I wince at time because all will die
When giants of time step up with fervor
But crystalline spires withhold their step

I wince at the eve of tomorrow
A barren landscape edged with sorrow
It all ends, with all to blame

I wince... at our ignorace... in shame