Walking towards death I see a light
 

Walking towards death I see a light
A light with neither a stance on reality nor fiction
I turn in all directions yet somehow it does not escape my sight
A piece of my life just a minor section
A light for hope
A light dimmed by dope
A light to which my perils ends upon a upward slope
This life? How is anyone to cope?
I'm not religious, I'm no where near the pope
Understand me now
I tell u this to show u how
How a life burns
How one has no strength but continues to yearn
Yearn for something which is not theirs
But to them they seemingly go through out life without cares
Blank faces
Their mind erases
In the world they are shown their places
They go through life as copies and clones
All so the so-called 'helpful' politicians can sit on their thrones
Picking out their roast pig from their teeth with the Poor's bones



                                 Nick Green