Vegetating in a slumber,

We know by now,A lost endeavor.

Hope everyone realizes,That as long as there is Poetry,Men of good will,Will continue Life’s Fight.

We don’t want to give up,LIFE,Until our last breath,We are seeking,The reason, why we cling to life,The reason, why we ARE.

For the middle class,Or any class in ‘distress’,In other words,They just don’t care,Power corrupts,Even before it’s there.

In the most exquisite GardenWhere lies dead and buried,All of hate.

And spread her grace,In every place,For Beauty was made to share.