So humble it is we have to die
No matter how hard we try and try
How humble it is that we have to wallow in our own ****
As the filthy become apprised
The wealthy and well off become despised
the poor and deprived become revived
Turning a blind eye leads to one being poked out
The other left to look upon what was so often left drawn
To swallow even the most gravest of swans
Left to wallow oh how I will dote upon
The word I sought
I sought
And I sought
But they were gone
Gone
Gone!
To where they were frowned upon
I wrote new age ledgers
That I doubted on
And when I'm gone I say at least
How humble it is we have to die
When all we did was try and try
So humble it is we have to die
The freedom of verse
Forever cries