Sifting through memories.
I was just looking through my old files when this old poem of mine was found.
UtopiaA gravestone
The man of light here lies
A place for the dancing fireflies
Dead
For all he did was good
And against all evil he ever stood
There
The impure hearts stand
In the rain of blood of good men
And
They were allowed to live
Because all they did was take, never give
Sun
Its rays shine over the selfish pigeons
Bathing them in its rejuvenating light
For
The rewards of the guiltless
Lie in the ever-plump palms of the unworthy
That
Is how the world has stood
And how the world forever shall stay
Flee
For the good are long gone
And it is in evil that shall path the way.
But
I shall not give in
And die I must, for freedom that will never come one day
