Critical Thoughts

The more they plan and promise The more they fail The poor are distant abyss Dream is a nail Drive it deep, and deeper yet Nail them to sleep Less waking they will forget Their word to keep The horse shoe flies now away The serpent hissed Victory is a far day Venom for bliss Something to wear wrinkles out And keep faith young The war endures courage rout Where is the throng? They say poverty isn't choice But attitude Feelings that turn men to mice With vision nude Did you see the condition That triggered fear And wilted men's ambition? Nail it, my dear. A nailed dream is sleep's soft cess What I must know What are governments for? Less Pledged, less to show For my submission and restraint If they forget The army too in fight faint Will tell regret. The yarn unravels unseen Among the poor The suffering in bright green And wormy core The compact considered twice Each wince of pain And nowhere the sacrifice Just us, love stained.