Broken promises

destroy

lives

once balancing

on the precipice of hope

The beacons once lit

now dwindle

The tides of change

ebb where they once flowed

harrowing stories

and lives laid bare

for nought - nothing

Yet nothing prepares us

for wholesale betrayal

like the lives we’ve lived

We’ll eat your broken promises

for breakfast

Collect kindling for more fires

on the shore

Gather our people

Protect our stories

Nothing to see here

nothing for sale

Betrayal has its costs

Purveyors of false hope

beware

A new winter is coming