Another quiet day
Spent in hopes of happiness,
Another solitary ray,
Clouded with the dust of loneliness.
Another young boy
With dreams and ambitions crushed,
Another broken toy
Consigned to the basement to rust.
Another lovely young girl,
Inspecting her waist in the mirror,
Another pristine white pearl,
Purged from the sea out of fear.
Another strong man
Holding back his tears,
Another beautiful pumping organ
Done to death by red hot sears.
Another innocent maiden
Made to treasure her virginity,
Another bird with wings golden
Locked in the cages of courtesy.
Another enduring hierarchy
Created to replace primitive order,
Another feeling of extreme anarchy
Within the confining border.
Another hope lost, another soul dead,
Another empty wakefulness,
Another poem sadly read,
With eyes of woeful restlessness.