Procession

I stood above them all and watched for days.
I felt as though my own kind
were all that mattered and kept me sane.
I gathered them to me, watched their hunted pass
away as if direction had finally come.
A resurrection for all our selves.

And we who were so scorned
shall always wish to make their end.
Our words to still their voice.
Our hands to break their worthless necks.

One day we'll see our names
in stone where fires burn.
The great who silent stood among
you never praised nor never known.
Our thoughts defined the passing days.
Sensed the spirit, seized the age.
After all these years to dream again.
Like smiling children with faces raised.
Cheering their path. Tomorrow's glory days.