It has come to my attention that I have failed to write anything poetic for some time now, so yesterday I put pen to paper again and came up with this little number. Sorry if it seems a bit plain sailing, I feel a tad rusty.
We never quit pouring sentimental dreams
into modern, robotized hearts
that cease to bleed.
Million depart this interior cold
and look out to our world
of formless souls.
Struck dumb by countless fairy tales
that convince us that
we will not fail
But all the while
we in fact know the truth
that bad things can happen
to those who are good.
So as we sit down
to watch the six ‘o’ clock news
and critique foreign wars and the starving children of two
be wise, and recall lives are governed by laws
that do not exist