Last Drive For Survival

These worrisome days lead to spent souls and lost minds,

for far too many have some to rest in a place of chaos,

It is only in these darkest hours where we see the brightest light,

for our eyes are forever hungry for what they have not,

So much that a single ray of light becomes as luminous as a sun's death,

it is this last drive and refute to die that makes us strong and unruly,

We are a supreme race with the end always in mind,

so that it is never actually at hand.

This is a poem inspired by the events of 9-11.  

Truth B Told