Tales of A Fragmented Commonwealth

We were one of the first,
Who came to these land,
Before everything actually worth anything here.

There were four of us,
One is done,
Two is on their way to liberation.

Three is away,
Four (us) is on the edge,
And five is about to come.

We fully aware of what happening above us,
Not that everything is going haywire,
But something definitely is not right.

No head,
And what we have now is in idle,
As the system is wrecked,
We tremble.

A friend of mine once said
“We were on the lowest position possible”

Something is on progress,
While not everyone is fully aware of what happening,
Not everyone is agreed,

a sparks that could definitely burn,
all what is left of us.

And there’s not much of us left,
Not much people, hearts, time.

I say if we must break,
if we must fall apart,
if we must,
we must.

Between one, two, tree and four,
We’re not really on a good condition.

We try to fix what we can fix,
But as I say,
The system is broken.

We have five, remember?
Lets put our hope on them.