Sweetly desire
And love,
There isn’t much left
Better still,
Is there anything left
Clean, good to desire?
We live in a World
Of ugliness, moral theft,
And destructive, Fire
Where robbers are heroes
Moral rape, we accept,
Where sanity and beauty
Are spat upon and mocked,
Where to go?
When all decency seems
To be gone,
And all sensitivity,
Crushed and shocked,
Devastatingly, blocked!
Lost amongst the screams
Of a deadly, choir.
How to exploitEveryone, in the land.
Hate!What kind of BeingsAre We?That we can’tGet Anything straight.Shame on us! ! !
Of Evil,Are so humanlyIrrelevant!Except for their victims,There, they’re despicableAnd deplorably, unforgettable.
Not at all, never mistake,For what does more captivateThan true Love to make Life great!
Every sentiment that blends,Me to you, and does aspire,To immortalize our love,With a thrill that never ends,With much more than just desire.
Someone’s face,Are there lovesSo impossibly wrong,That they canOnly be,Painfully sungBy some sad song?
