it’s a little salt on an open wound for
a disappointed idealist but
then, you can’t be young and wise the
way things stand today in the
battle between bad and worse there
are only wicked people who sometimes
take opposite sides show me an
innocent man and
I’ll show you someone who doesn’t
know what’s going on but I know the
price of eggs there’s a
shit-storm coming down and it’s all for want of brass
the world keeps on ending
but new eyes just don’t see it I’m
not ready to relinquish youth if maturity means cynicism if I have to squash the part of me that I
treasure most …the boy that still
believes better to die while my
heart is young and humanity intact coz no matter what comes next they will not grind me down I won’t bend with the times I will stand my ground they can’t bully me into submission or buy my vote with stolen brass
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