Slow Motion into Chaos

The sun goes dark and explodes in silent fury
A cold fire burns in hearts full of twisted shrapnel, bombs
The world stops its routine of rush and hurry
To watch the rays of pain flare out in a deadly dance of wrong.
We stand frozen, helpless, full of opinions but no say
In our lives that keep on turning, turning, turning
Day after day, day after day, day after day.
Like a heartbeat, banging out the rhythm of the yearning

To just stop. Like a warm, quiet meadow at twilight
Full of bees and the lazy drone of peaceful ignorance.
Lying in the grass, nodding off to dreams of a bright
Brassy future, kids, a family, a chance - just a chance!
To live in a place where we can breathe easy
Where we can worry about dinner, not the Adams kid
From next door, who went off to war and was seized
And may never come back. But we thank him for what he did.
Even though we still have no say,
Or so it seems,
In our world today
Can we still have dreams?

Can we still dream of that bright brassy future full of hope?
Can we still live free -- free from terrors and horrors and death?
Can we still tell our children we're the best and to know
That we practice what we preach? That it's not all a "mess?"

One day, perhaps, that sun will rise anew
No longer dark and fractured and burning
All will shine golden and ring true
And we'll keep on turning, turning, turning.

But will it happen soon?
Will we ever know?
Will there be flowers left to bloom?
Or will it all just explode?