Tick Tock

I see them all...

Tick,

those that push:
nearest the humble earth,
mighty in purpose and birth,
kept so far from the "victory,"
they helped achieve.

Tick

 those that triumph;
stepping on human shoulders,
willing or otherwise,
screams, cries, soldiers, lies
the sky is their domain.

Tick

those along for the ride...
slow, confident, moral majority,
moving, surging, desperate hope,
that one more year, harvest, pope,
can reshape destiny, light up the dark.

Tick

those that found no comfort in groups;
defecting from the thrown down gods,
unable to join the rising tide,
spirit stone cold, they cannot abide,
should have died with the others.

Tock

for all of them must choose,
while the pendulum swings.