If recluse was right for my love and trust
Better friendship, would lack no such tryst for us
Your footsteps pass my love's long day, often
Haunting the sin in me to ablution
Hallways and havens of lust we waste
Straddling the columns known by the wholly chaste
Of the college and courtyard, today
With the libraries sleeping away
On the venomous and jealous day

Writers and students
Sitting in bunches,
Like roses gathered
The thorns touched in bloom
Distant from the doom
Dust to dust
Between us
No more tomorrow, halcyon or sorrow
Ashes to ashes
Such prejudice shall never pass today

Today, today
It lurks in the hardships damaged now
Of working class martyrs dying for freedom
Today, today
And countless clusters of sweat and tempers
Each holding their spectacle for a lousy cigarette
Today
The pipes will turn cold
The streets will be filled
Everyone will be wearing the same skin
But, so loved for wearing it

That is how I feel for you, amidst the dissent,
I got sick waiting for the day.