Sunday, May 13, 2012

WORDS FROM MY YOUNG MIND

Emptiness -
A ne`er ending blackness
A defining paradigm of ignorance

Big barrel-bellies -
Gallivanting around the lush balconies of
power -
all filled empty

They carry their weighty nothingness
Celebrating another victory won
Mercilessly milking the masses dry

Naivety -
Today, he his locked in
Dank, dingy cells of impoverished faces

At least they fought -
but what good is a battle,
if defeat was its main purpose?

What say ye, `poundless` peasants?
Do your memories fail you?
Why place something as frail as hope in
stained hands?

You allow them milk a few pounds more
For the hope of a better tomorrow
But when will a Leopard change his spots?

`Neon lights in our homes` they say
But where lies the current to power it?
In their murky off-shore accounts.

They say our repressed lives will finally
sing merrily
But they provide no instruments (as usual)
Making a madrigal out of our sonorous
lives

I simply (like I always have) look on
Praying, perhaps a prayer against my
theories -
that I somehow be proved wrong

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