Friday, August 8, 2008

No direction home?

IS THIS THE ROAD TO NOWHERE?

Is this the road to nowhere?
The way backward?
Is this a wandering in the air,
Concealed in a Concorde?
Here, seeking to be right,
Is to be wrong.
Here, only a show of disrespect,
Can gain respect.
Here, current crimes don’t exist;
Reality is in the past.
Here, the worst hit, are hit as hard,
No extra mercy to be had.
Here, expectation is greater than reception,
Which abuses the soul.
Here, love is calculated conditionally;
Here, acceptance only follows rejection, -
Miserable, cruel life re-enacted,
To drill a mean reaction.

- goinghome

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