A Poem I wrote

[1300 Class]

Part of my Blue "Funk Mix", when things went down.

“The Bastard Sons”
The end of a dream
not that it ever got started,
giving us that faint hope,
the bastard sons of dreams.
Forgive and forget, live and let live,
hiding from the electric glare
the neon lights flicker on the streets,
the bastard sons of progress.
Crying in the corner,
sheltering under the bed,
loosing everything and all,
the bastard sons of change.
We are the bastard sons,
spurred of any future,
surrender now, let the neon fade.
For we are the bastard sons of dreams.

 

[swamptoad]