Another old one of mine I found while digging through my comp trying to find some inspiration for the poetry slam :P


A wise man once said,
give us thanks for our daily bread,
now that wise man's dead,
so I give him thanks instead,

I look into my history,
To see who believed in me,
Only to see a shadow of the past,
A creeping thing staring aghast,

The world crumbles at out feet,
Onlookers stare from the street,
Curiousity disables ability to leave,
Sights that make it hard to breath,

But what rights belong,
In a world where you can do no wrong,
A shame it has to be this way,
If the wiseman were here today, he'd cry at the blasphemy.