These eyes,

See truth,

Through the lies,

Through jealousy



We're killing time

In the worst way

It's not enough that the

Grave has been dug

The worst is that

We refuse to give in



I, still recall,

When this was

Much more than a

Show of hands

There was a meaning,

THere was a protest,

There were ideas

That couldn't exist outside,

Of progress, and distress

Was our muse to create,

A little hope

Without the fear of being rejected



Where do we stand now?