I am a snake
slithering silently
Through solemn sorrow
To borrow
A soul
One rule
En jeweled
upon my tomb
Is that we cannot control
We cannot hold
Anything
Our dreams are fleeting
Passing us by
I need more money
I ask the world why
Why should I pay
For my voice to be heard
Why should I pay
for my own artwork
For that matter why should anyone pay
To shine
The world is a snake
Slithering silently
In solemn sorrow
To borrow
A life
In strife
And in turmoil
A large fight
Leads to radioactive soil
Children's bodies litter the ground
All around
And I ask why
Why should the innocent pay
For the crimes of a leader
Why must the poor pay
In blood and in fear
I awake in a scream
As I rub my eyes
I come to realize
It was a serpentine dream