Gord

2014-03-01 12:00 am

The wheels of progress stand idle;
Men stand idly by while smiling;
Politicians planning kingships while
Kings devising the downfall of the talking;

My wheels fly dragging the ground behind them;
Idle hands will be chopped off desires;
Deny this and fate is brought to the light while dying;

Crying relatives will not rebut the sounds of the choir;
Desires are heard, disregarded and bound to the sire;