I am left here to amaze your sardonic devise
As you head thoughtless down a path of your choice.
The lack of concern in your vain compromise
Lends a falter to the strength of your voice.
You map your new world, new ideas for your change
Without care for your floundering past;
Your blind quest for a cause to help re-arrange
The stigma that ghosts shroudly cast.
In your furor of mind, your struggle to survive
Haunting’s voice from the past, cold and stark;
Your demeaning attempts only force you to deprive
Hearing cries from your children in the dark.