Storm clouds


When hubris runs the ruling class
And contempt is their daily bread
I reel in shock at the proferred glass
Of dystopic future clearly read.
 
How on earth did it come to this?
How freedom’s sons have stooped so low!
I see no way to flee from this,
In all the world, there’s nowhere to go!
 
There is but One way out of here,
And He has plans beyond our ken.
He is the only relief from fear,
The only refuge from evil men.