The protecion of trees and green is
what he longs
Quiet serenity engulfs him in quiet
embrace of lost friends
To the cities he gazes and wonders of
the darkness
Poisoning the veins and minds like a
virus turned airborn
Those men of power sit back and but
talk to the glass
Words contained promises never kept
while secretly stoking the blind
From his viewpoint he sees the fires
ablaze the evening sky
Beauty of glowing reds and orange mask
the horrors within
These are the visions of that he fears
are hidden by time yet to come
Powers that govern secretly craving for
that day to be upon them
Goals to be reached but hidden from the
gazes of many naive
For mistakes made in times long since
passed by into history
Ability to be held to account removed
and dashed to the winds
Where whispers on the breeze reveal
secrets held from all
We are but animals all flesh and blood
all turns to dust
The mounds of one no different to any
or next you find
Fool the majority they do for this not
be be true but be a lie
Say many be grey but look hard and some
they say to be blue
Tinkering spoiled old men that be out
of time
Clinging hard to ways of no place in
the now or those to come
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