The first song
Is innocence.
The last song
Is dirt.
And the summer
Is now gone along with
The heart and the flesh,
From diseases known & unknown
Which constantly
Remind us that
If we are anything
We are flawed.
Human in the eyes to be inhuman
Noble to all our fellow creatures
Except our fellow man,
Woman or child, reporter
“Or God”
And when I was a kid
Isis was a superhero on television,
A Goddess who fought for truth & justice
That now the pathetic
Have now turned
Into a bitch
And the open light
Is now once again
Vanishing from
Our very souls
Yes, the summer is over
The summer is gone
But in the end of all ends
It is the light that depends
Upon you no matter
How dark it gets
Keep fighting.
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~ R.M. Engelhardt
08.29.14
R.M. ENGELHARDT 