Protagonist 4 the people

A protest against
What is coming
She did not care about
Anymore.

Her cyborg legs
Marched
As if ordered
To appease the highest order.

The energy 
That spun her all around
Gripped her
Heart.

A shadow 
Of who she was before
Faded into a natural setting
To doze off.

She swallowed the pills,
Did the small things,
Entreated from
The big things.

The herbs
In her garden bloomed
Wow.
While the armies seized,
With no response
From her.

Her tongue
Whispered of pain
It stung in her belly
Still.

Her daughter,
The Omen,
Was losing steam
Without mom.

Her son,
The Dark,
Beat his drum
Without good reason.

Her other son
The Light,
Hid
From the masses.

I recognize
This is happening — 
A retreat, a stagnation
By my failing.

I was
Protagonist For the People.