Thursday, 14 May 2015


Across the deep blue sea
Somebody waits for me
A beacon of hope
That I might not bemoan
The deaths of the ones I see

In tragedy we love to find
The silver lining of time
But often as not
Our efforts will rot
And our bodies will wont to die

A life lived for none
Wills a grave dug by one
We cannot foresee
The end we will meet
Never relent and be done

A horrible weeping sound
Falling in pain, to the ground
It is hard to care
When you cannot share
The pains which have you bound

But apathy gathers no gains
Do not look on in disdain
For though we are slaves
There is no worse grave
Than saying "all is in vain"


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