Our words are immortal
To those whom are dead
For we celebrate it all
Where others feel dread
A new speaker succeeds
From generations advanced
Speaking good and evil deeds
Truth of life no longer danced
Speakers for the dead show all
None can be hidden
That moment of shoplift at a mall
And care to another's son
What we ignore today
Will be plain in the end
For others will finally say
If they were truly a friend
Society will never change
But it's occupants can
See others without derange
As merely a human
*But who am I kidding
When I say things with hope
I know none will listen
Not a soul will really hear
For people are thick-skulled
And hear what they want
Not some beggar on the street
Or an artist wishing to preach*
So I continue to write
Not knowing the purpose
With all this blindness
Who will dare to see?
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 11:31 PM UTC
Our words are immortal
To those whom are dead
For we celebrate it all
Where others feel dread
A new speaker succeeds
From generations advanced
Speaking good and evil deeds
Truth of life no longer danced
Speakers for the dead show all
None can be hidden
That moment of shoplift at a mall
And care to another's son
What we ignore today
Will be plain in the end
For others will finally say
If they were truly a friend
Society will never change
But it's occupants can
See others without derange
As merely a human
*But who am I kidding
When I say things with hope
I know none will listen
Not a soul will really hear
For people are thick-skulled
And hear what they want
Not some beggar on the street
Or an artist wishing to preach*
So I continue to write
Not knowing the purpose
With all this blindness
Who will dare to see?
Partially inspired by Orson Scott Card's idea.
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