Along these lines
By: Rob Munera
Along these lines
The powerful play goes on
Faded away from my hands
They went
Turned to dust and flew onward into the sky
O, life
Have thou taken them
For some great cause,
Or have thou done it out of spite?
Out of hatred
For thou living?
Or, perhaps,
This isn’t your doings at all
Maybe, I talk to myself
And no one is really up there
In the sky
With golden gates awaiting to greet us
And let us roam in your gardens
Why aren’t we there now
Beside you in peace?
We must dwell down here
In this hell we’ve created it to be
And destroy it
And crumble it up in our hands
Till there is nothing left.
The rich stay rich
And the poor stay poor.
The upper classes shove us downward
As we continue to climb up the mountain
But will never be free
Only in dreams can we be truly free
It was always this
And always will be this.
The powerful play goes on
Faded away from my hands
They went
Turned to dust and flew onward into the sky
O, life
Have thou taken them
For some great cause,
Or have thou done it out of spite?
Out of hatred
For thou living?
Or, perhaps,
This isn’t your doings at all
Maybe, I talk to myself
And no one is really up there
In the sky
With golden gates awaiting to greet us
And let us roam in your gardens
Why aren’t we there now
Beside you in peace?
We must dwell down here
In this hell we’ve created it to be
And destroy it
And crumble it up in our hands
Till there is nothing left.
The rich stay rich
And the poor stay poor.
The upper classes shove us downward
As we continue to climb up the mountain
But will never be free
Only in dreams can we be truly free
It was always this
And always will be this.