Saturday, January 15, 2011

I speak no language but my own and horribly at that
But who is to blame?
Not I, not you
Perhaps Them?
How can They say so much with such wisdom
Yet refuse to show Their faces
Cowards I say
Ridiculous cowards
Bending words to Their every whim
Words that we, the people, mindlessly wait hand and foot upon
And to what end my good fellows?
To what end?
-Life On Another Plane