Afraid


Lore,

Where art thou?

Lore,

You lost your grace,

Amongst the children of today,

Children, who claimed to know,

Children, with beards and breasts to show off.

 

We beseech Thee,

“Let us command respect”,

“Let us be respected”,

We supplicate (heh!) day and night,

And we hope for miracles,

And left effort to hope alone.

 

We conduct out of manner,

Yet we ask,

Why all the trudging,

Why can’t we fly.

 

Oh God,

Save me from my fears..

11.10pm

30th November 2015

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Afraid

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