Thursday, August 2012
Patience is an old friend
It gave peace when there wasn't a drop of waters worth
It fed lies of the world so that rest was at ease
The modernist whispered of mind and men
Whence would the stars alight the skyline
For the worthy are gone
And the worthless bequeath to their offspring
Adorning flower wreaths into the soil
Nurturing and weaving every stem
Building high the blocks of society
The unjust rules are known to be righteous
In the eyes of shadowmen
Whence will we find freedom
When freedom is not to begin with.
>>k.l
