Look where we are now,
One decade has passed,
The world escalated,
Things are to be fast,
“Thirty seconds, not more.”
He must be amused,
Of your vibe, your suit,
Your wallet, never you.
Now don’t blame him for that,
It’s not in his clause,
He doesn’t have the time,
To care about your cause,
He needs to keep intact,
The position he fought for,
To fall back down, in fact,
One does not bear thought for.
The giants we once see,
Built themselves through blood
Sweat and tears they grew,
Swore, never fall back to mud,
They crept up the ladder,
Crushing every step behind,
For the benefit of themselves,
No hope the next ones find
To ever to be giants,
Colossus, creature-like boulders,
Therefore born, the pursuit,
To climb to their shoulders
To call themselves tall,
And spit at their brethren,
Natural selection they trust,
Not the grace from heaven.
The giants are now gone,
T’ward death, Medusa’s gaze,
And the hogs that ate their crumbs,
Now stand on faltering place –
The stone shoulders which now do crack,
Along with the whole of the corpse-statue,
Throwing down the breaking pieces,
In the fear’d names, crushing their brethren virtues.
The pathetic target – Number one,
Ignites war to kill and betray
The hearts of many, dreams undone,
Never pursued their own in any way,
Now the days are arriving,
When they give one last plague,
Dragging souls with their dying might,
Down hell with the demiurge’s hate.
Now the modicum of the virtuous,
Nor power and wealth concerned,
God help us through this reign,
Then rise we faith unturned.
25/8/2012 9:00p.m.
Author's Note: Phew! Such a relief to pour out my three day thoughts and philosophies. Been a while since I wrote something this long. If you're reading this, congratulations that you made it to the end and thanks for your continuous support. :DD
