Time Changed Their Ways (circa 2019)

In the distance, a soft rumble,

Trying to placate the struggle

Of a white crow beaten black.

You watch crowds of children swarming,

Wondering if anyone is mourning

This loss of innocence, of perfection,

Or are you the last one out?

Time changed their ways.

Their once melodic sway 

Turned to a violent tumble.

We’re all now howling hounds,

Strapped down, on the way to the pound.

Thirsting for freedom from our chains,

But we’re all heading to the ground in the morning.