That no one will ever know,
Covered with eternal snow,
Placed upon the, Mountains high,
Where eventually they’ll die.
But the ‘Mal d’Amour’, my love,
Lack of love, were talking of,
That’s the saddest of them all
For a poet, above all,
Needs to share,
His love, his soul.
The Why and How of Sentiment,But no man has of yet explained,How two souls can in Love remain,Forever, fused in love and pain.
In a very special spider’s web,Of memories, lived,And nearly forgotten,Embedded in the silent,Walls of Time.What for a Rhyme?To music give,And not forgiveForgetful, passing Time.
The purity of feather goes together,With the purity sought,By fallen man,Once his soul was lost.Oh Swan,Could I ever aspire,To describe the desire,Of saying what you really are?The everlasting pure white choir,Of a floating star.
Elected or not,A very dangerousTool,And prone to terribleAbuse!To use it wiselyTo benefit,The electoral majorityIs seldom,A political, rule.Power!The right measureSo seldom,Or never, found,Rights, drowned,Abuse, SubterfugeDeception, DishonestyAnd Tyranny,Is mostly what’s around.
Hate!What kind of BeingsAre We?That we can’tGet Anything straight.Shame on us! ! !
He endlessly lied,The Country defied,Democracy died,At his station,Seeming oblivious to promises made,He was totally unable,To carry Truth and make stable,Any part of the Nation.
