Mannequins from stores of gold Put hope in hearts already sold, Men react to sex on legs, Women buy rebuilding dregs. Books in stores already sold, of memories gone of stories told, Men in battle connect their bomb, 1 2 3 and city gone. They have sisters, Brothers and deceivers, Too frightened to go where others have travelled, The past and future still unravelled, To understand the meaningless, Is far away from torn prowess. Growing trees a test of time,I realise that it’s all mine, Little boys play War fuelled games, Innocents without a blame. Metal carcass plastic sold, Put fake inside the rotting mould, Looking back there’s nothing there, The forward march leads to despair. Forever forever the wasted new, Is all we need to see us through. Time ticks so fast in fading light, with limited hope to help the fight. They have sisters, Brothers and deceivers, Too frightened to go where others have travelled, The past and future still unravelled, To understand the meaningless, Is far away from torn prowess.
