Different faces
in shifting light.
Promises made.
promises of
it’s ours now,
sack the infidels.
Questions linger,
as the circus ends.
new table, same dealer?
another turn of the wheel,
Hope hangs in the air.
So many promises.
Who's driving this bus,
who's calling this game?
is there a new breeze?
or did we just trade masks?
so many promises.