Ashes

by Thomas R.

Crystal towers shone on mountain tops
Symbols of pride and shame
Of the glorious and the people of mops
Forced to serve the great and cheer their fame

That was the world then
A world to serve those of enhance
And to enslave men
Who never dreamed of the chance

We are born of ash
Created in pain
We returned to ash
Yet someday we shall find our voice again

Again
Again