The sun ripples red through the veils of inevitability
Decay and darkness besets all
When everything we know shall not fall,
but crumble, into oblivion.
We are forgotten.
Still, we see through filth of your disguise.
Your bankruptcies and moral demise.
Oh how peaceful change can be,
If it is attained through conformity!
We are your once lost dream!
The lonesome figurines along your wall,
The distant, wailing familiar call,
And the endless strife for remembrance,
That we may not be strangers to the froths that we are
That we may struggle to come so far, only to fail, unlike you.
And so, by mere virtue of the nuisance that is all other things
We are, among the many things that we are,
Honest, True, Controversial and arguably good,
But, forgotten… dismissed and forlorn.
The children of dismay, whose wills robbed and voices clogged,
Once again, the generations outcast and lost to your pointless device.