terror speaks

[fledgist]

there is no sign that we come to a pause
the river flows with no sign of a dam
we draw out of its water not a dram
but others think that not a proper cause
to praise inaction or to start applause
so little time in life for us to cram
our hopes and dreams into this horrid sham
we stop and wonder at the frigid laws
that bind our actions and demand we serve
not with our hands but with our loyal minds
devoting to your kingdom all our arts
such thinking will too swiftly all unnerve
remove the light that all our sight now blinds
and leave untethered all that holds our hearts