Quatrain of Death Of Hope
Death Of Hope - Losing sight of history
I concealed my identity for
a thousand years, to
quietly hide my true
intent,
Then I spoke out and my
mask, hiding my thoughts,
became a blessed
event.
I urge the human race, to
challenge the thinking of men
long dead, who ruled by
fright.
I am of blended socialism
and I force ugly thoughts
out into the naked
daylight.
Yorktown Disciple
2011
Death Of Hope - Losing sight of history
I concealed my identity for
a thousand years, to
quietly hide my true
intent,
Then I spoke out and my
mask, hiding my thoughts,
became a blessed
event.
I urge the human race, to
challenge the thinking of men
long dead, who ruled by
fright.
I am of blended socialism
and I force ugly thoughts
out into the naked
daylight.
Yorktown Disciple
2011
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