The Beginning Of The Beginning

This is not the beginning of the end,
or end of the beginning.
It’s the beginning of the beginning.
This is how everything evolves,
internal energy has risen,
the power within summoned.
Every finger penned
and every arm is gunned.
Keep the light away,
Let the dark shine bright
They all dream the same,
All to set the wrong, right.
Man with a moustache,
The one with the beard.
One with a lot of oranges,
Yet none is any strange.
We have seen them perish
All one after another,
Some caught in the act
Some saving their mother.
The politics of ‘isms’ feels so steep,
Socialism, capitalism, humanism, nationalism, Nazism, fascism
Cannibalism.
Everything is the same,
Plausible why’s and their answers too.
The leaves changing colours is alive
Only as long as it’s on the tree.
The fall is where it dies,
Then no colour is for free.
This beginning of the beginning,
Is now a bit late.
But we were not ready,
Fighting on the gate.
Men versus women,
Right versus wrong,
Us versus them,
Quick versus long.
This is the beginning of
New hopes of the end.
This is the beginning of
Roads we need to mend.