Fatigue clings to my jaded bones,
As weariness crashes over me.
A heaviness no sleep can mend,
No dream can set me free.

Empathy—our greatest strength—
Becomes their deepest fear.
A fragile thread connects us all,
Yet still, they refuse to hear.

They wield apathy as a sword,
Their hearts encased in steel.
But power built on haunted ground
May never truly heal.

Unyielding tides will wash away
Cruelty masked resolve.
A reckoning will rise in time—
Their sins won’t be absolved.

Begging mercy as they plead,
Cries laced with hollow tears.
Hiding behind shallow masks,
Mere shadows in the mirror.

Interwoven threads of hate
Bind them to lesions of yore.
Puppets of a poisoned mind,
Marching to a fallen lord.

But truth does not forget the cries
A sodden keening of the poor.
Beneath the ash and rusted lies
Words to pierce their empty core.

Fatigue may shroud our bones,
A cloak of leaden weight.
Yet we can cut the ties that bind
And leave them to their fate.

Embers spark beneath our feet,
From ashes, truth will rise once more.
No tyrant’s grip can still the flame
Of justice thumping at their door.