Dark ideas search for the rigid rope
which strangles truth to its gloomy demise
We should all be tired of the cries,
We should all be weary of the loss
We should all be exhausted of the lies
We should all be holding our breath
We should all be grousing of wars
We should all be moaning at death
We should all be drained from deceit
We should all be tattered of regret
We should all be shrieking out loud
That we shall never forget!
© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman
