Man, a complicated child,

I should be sad, like I am, Everyday,But I don’t know why?I’m just a little happy, today.Maybe it’s because I’ve written,More than other days,Maybe it’s because I didn’t listen,To the horrible news of the day,Maybe because I feel less lonely,Writing away,Maybe because it’s only Monday,And ‘I think’ I have something to say.

That Lost Star,Has never come my way,I have tried to find itIn the Sky so far and high,But there are no answers,No matter what I try.

There is so much to say,The same old song,Man’s got it wrong,He cannot find his way.The Conquering Lie,Time does defy,We’re all caught in the Web,No matter how the people try,They’ll never get ahead.The Tribal Chief,Promotes our grief,Democracy defies,Unjustly does he hide the Truth,To better, Tyrannize.Man’s History, a mystery,Of fiction and of lies,Of Demagogues, and Red-eyed…

And political men,Could not put the Empire,Together again.

But if it can’t be,A little will doSo that Life can start anew.

Profoundly,As does the painOf Injustice!Where can we findPeaceWhere can we reconstructAt least,The Artist’s Justice?