One day into another,
The calendar stripes,
Devoid of any time or glory
The hours don’t seem to exist,
Just the same old story,
Nothing new, nothing happens
Nothing loves, nothing gives,
In the quite anatomy,
In the silent agony
Of some game
Called Monotony.
The new hunt,Insidious and blunt,Not merely a publicity stunt,Killing respect, honor, religion,Swatting them down, as if they were flies,Making a mockery of what was once right!Today, only vulgar atrocities seem to flyWhile respect, love and honorGo out the window,As if they were a bag of hot fries.As all decency dies!
All in one,That writes to please,And pleases, None
You occupyThe estuary of my soul,Where all love does flow,For what else could I do?But to love you and only you,Love that is forever due,From which I regain life,Just by loving you.
They create illusions,Sandwiched in with lies,But it’s always the people,That pay and sacrifice,In bitter conclusion,They aren’t very nice!
An old French saying goes,Lucky those,Who are sufficiently alive,Who can lead a loveless life,And still be happy by themselves.
The Sacrificial Lambs of the world,Won’t the suffering Ever Stop?Is Peace for Thee,A forbidden Hope?A Never attainable Dream?In the Dark Night of Injustice,Just a deep and painful Scream?
