RULE OF SILENCE
The Cid
I forsake my world in my sleep
And I am not sorry because
Who would like it
To be situated
In a situation
Where somebody detests you
For being outstanding?
Where they venerate for clout,
And using popularity
As a basement of greatness;
In a misbegotten world,
I was placed.
My neighbors were dazzled
By the torch of the undeserving
Trendsetters,
That was also liable
For scoring out their vision
As it collared them;
The formulation of obtuseness
Has just begun.
As people find entertainment
In corruption today,
As they enjoy enslavement,
Death and fray,
Only a few ears are left to hear;
Fewer eyes to witness;
A single mouth to speak...
And the conception that
We will ever recover
From this loss is vague─
Since we like to submit
To the rule of silence
Way too much.
We are doomed to regret.
I forsake my world in my sleep
And I am not sorry.
