May these words in ink live longer than those in breath and endure the repeated age where hypocrisy preaches at the public podium, shaking hands with Dishonesty who covers the news.
May these observations on pages paint brighter than hesitant eyes that fade and illustrate the wrathful ghosts that whisper false truths on rain-coated sidewalks, following Rage's footsteps who vehemently scorns at children.
May these impressions on paper dig deeper than those in spiteful hearts and teach the patient students who intently and diligently listen within the congested parade's protest, that screams for their master's attention in exchange for their human rights.
May these humble reminders be retained more often than my memoir which reads euphoric epiphanies commonly received as the norm, learned from anonymous sources, shared collectively by avid readers who seek comfort in the man-made future.
May you forget my name, but quote my legacy more as common sense than new ideas for a poet's crumbled, graphite-soaked papers change less than the actions of people who march together, who sing together, who work together, who smile together--- the singular entity worthy of remembrance.