Sweating words Into his ears Telling of The madness In the night of humanity Face is controlled by the rich Pushing drugs To enhance their fortune Raging with the Bull Against the sound Which drowns And bleaches life From the world Below its path Left unguarded By Kafkaesque Burlesques Of ideologies and corruption Lost in that drowning world Of ill gotten gains And selfish investment Nothing to make anew It held open A brief deeper desperate hope Lost Lost Lost It is easier To remember the past Than change the future With dead and living suspended In this time A chance squandered To remember the violation And go on Until the world around Has changed Promises disavowed A last chance at reconstruction So much sadness At leaving a grieving dying world It was the last campaign A shot at the title Redemption And Nature’s resurrection Only room for a closing elegy An epilogue of infinite gentleness Sighing and crying Could not restore No garlands None deserved For discarding the once beloved
