Sunday, December 14, 2014

CHILDREN OF CHE

It doesn’t help to love you Che Guevara
Look at me, dead in my twenties!, so what’s new?
Ask every generation for martyrs, then what?
Bask in the righteousness of being a critic?
OR dance with the dance with the devil himself?
WHat are the chances that No One is right?
That everyone’s Wrong for Good Reasons in fact
Yet whose are these voices that ring with such Zeal?
We are not animals yet we go Wild
With Lust Mad Adventure Forced Suicides
Then for what Purpose is Youth but to Die?
A thousand times every year in Childhood?
I don’t konw what to do with the Lawful
Whose Only Fat chance has come to be Bestial

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