Gone now were those passion-filled days,
When calm discourse fell victimized
To gunpowder shouts and rebellious craze
While battles raged for ideas unrealized…
Gone now were those young boys’ faces
Names and bodies forever to juggle
In his mind as they moved to greener places
Bless their brave souls– away from the struggle!
Now was the time of iron-clad bars,
Risen in front of him like a looming gate
That conceals a land of velvet-kissed stars
And pleasures, pleasures of the human state!
And he thought to himself, in the darkness of night,
Cursed is the world that lets the glorious fade,
The ones who before sang with war-seasoned might,
And now are on the edges of graves displayed.