Saturday, January 14, 2012

The Curtain

My gift to youth
Is just the truth

Life is raw
From what we saw

The war for oil
Rips the soul

From the chest
To claim the best

And leave the rest
Gone is the zest

To hunt for love
Pray to above

They sink in muck
Becoming stuck

In the lie
Wishing to die

Because what’s true
The real of you

Is still inside
And not behind

The curtain

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