A Facade

Where brave words of wisdom do no good,

Where sharpness of the mind sets to no advantage,

Where the steadfast drowsiness Acquired from worthless acquisations has no meaning;

To such a clan, to such a land do I belong.

Forced to run on a barren green,

Asked to laugh when tears were all I had.

In a world where emotions are mere juxtapositions of gloom,

A platitude for men to ponder upon, to fight for and to die in vain.

Numbness of the soul, death of the inner self,

Shrowded in darkness beyond the sight of those who have eyes

And into and over the unknown vales

Spreads a plague that rots from the inside,

That kills the mind, poisons the soul and hurts the eye.