With each passing day
hope for tomorrow has become
more and more precious.

A commodity among everyday folk. 

Still
I tried to keep the faith.
And hew to the scriptures. 

According to the word of God,
the meek would someday inherit the earth. 

SOMEDAY 

But God
never accounted for the mighty. 

They number in the nameless thousands.
Progeny of the past
inspired by the legends of
those who came before 

If not the morals. 
They no longer fight for the right.
They fight simply to fight.
Their only foes each other. 

They move freely through the streets.
Through the world. 

They are challenged,
but unopposed.

They are
after all 
our protectors. 

I tell myself that this too shall pass.
That humans still have a chance to
reclaim a world rightfully theirs.

While it still exists. 

That in the face of superhuman might.
And superhuman odds.
Time has not yet run out for humanity. 

…I am wrong. 
And there followed hail
and fire mingled with blood... 

cori graham
Originally written by Mark Waid
Kingdom Come, DC comics