CRY OF THE ROMANTICS

HOW THE WORLD AND HUMANITY SUFFERS AT THE HANDS OF PROGRESS.

The wicked industrial slime of this world

Has stuck on me for long

My chest just feels so cold all day

And the nights awfully prolonged

 

Commerce has driven the world

And has driven me neurotic

Subscribe me no more to these laws

No more!! No more!! I have fought it

 

I wish I could just take a horse

And pioneer a road new

Nurture a golden age tomorrow

My mirage blossoming true

 

Soot and metal my shabby company

On a magic carpet could I escape!

And seek ministry of the elements four

With some sparkly fine mate

 

My poetry would be medicine

That will heal like a mothers embrace

And in the limits of my stupor

All feel the Blue flowers wake

 

The spring birds will sing me free of lunacy

No monotonous dance I will mount    

Like an animal trained to music

Deemed good so far the profit’s sound

 

Reviews

[April Child]

A beautiful dream :)