The new mankind


Write not a poem

Oh cursed mind of mine

Least the world sees how you think

They may catch you out

Knowing you see the evil within

Their wretched souls

Say not a word

Oh uncontrollable pen of mine

Give not away your thoughts

To a planet that isn’t mine

For I think not what they think

Hence I should be not where they be

Hum not a tune of hope

Restless soul of mine

For the song of hope

Was meant for another time

And for those known as visionaries

My hum is a bad omen; an evil sign

Dwell not on words profound

Oh broken spirit of mine

For the freedom that you seek

Is shackled and bound

To the Gods of today

To the new era, to the new mankind


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