Our time.

In our times,

We have lost our virtues in our glories

And our vices in the battle.


We have ripped more than we have made

We have devastated more than we have created.

For us our history is our glory

And our present a tandem repeat of our past

While our future a bleak existence,
 Pandora's box
Where we, will to do what we didn't, neither in the past nor in the present.
And our time?
A meek existence that will just pass
With another day added to the one gone
Another day to remake our wrongs
And another day to do the things that remained undone.