Merry
I see a light coming out of the East
It seems to be twinkling at a fast pace
Perhaps it's a sign of a new generation
The generation I was born into is all but gone
The greatest generation preceded mine
It was the generation of the heroes
Heroes only exist in Marvel comics these days
It's not anyone's fault that we aren't kind
That art has disappeared into the internet
Perhaps we should think back to a little child
That was born into a world gone mad
He grew up to fix it, but was executed
Maybe he will come back some day
To repair all the hate and wickedness
That would be a welcomed gift
And a truly merry Christmas
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Art et Poésie au Crayon Livre suivant (Art and Poetry with a Pencil Part 2)
PoetryThese are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases. This is poetry book No. 8
