The Death of Yesterday

We destroy what we cannot possess then mourn the loss.
People die for just being
Ambitions burn the brightest as all the bridges burn
Becoming a pyre of conscience and humanity
So the bridges must burn
No surreptition
Nothing sublime
The only way up is down
The only way out is to die
The guard falls
One by one
Dishonor in honor
Glory in sacrifice
And the music drifts by as the fiddler plays
Soothing the conscience that carries
the weight of all the slain