Haead rests, 

a sore mind behind these 

red eyes. 

Watch the television, 

sweet escapism, 

game shows and racism. 

Headlines, 

war crimes behind disguised 

affection. 



All for a cause that 

never was. 

Call for a voice but all 

it does is sigh. 

Inside. 

Sigh. 



More or less, 

there abouts, 

a young man with so 

many doubts. 

I try to learn 

impersonating, 

the clever moves but I 

am facing, 

the always power-crazed, 

middle aged generation. 



All for a cause that 

never was. 

Call for a voice but 

all it does is sigh. 

Inside. 

Sigh. 

Inside. 



Blood and blame passed 

on to a neighbour. 

Continuing the chain. 

Deadly game of whispers. 

How am I to grow. 

The life I love I 

don't know. 



Blood and blame passed 

on to a neighbour. 

Continuing the chain. 

Deadly game of whispers. 

How am I to grow. 

The life I love I 

don't know. 



Blood and blame passed 

on to a neighbour. 

Continuing the chain. 

Deadly game of whispers. 

How am I to grow. 

The life I love I 

don't know.Thanks to thudord@yahoo.com