Wednesday, July 4, 2012

The morning of the Defeatist

This morning demands I get out of bed
But today I don’t want to leave my room
From this safety I refuse to be led
Because outside is where no flowers bloom
The outside world is utter anarchy
A place of eternal conflict and war
There’s hunger, pain, suffering and cruelty.
It’s where nice people are left bruised and sore
Therefore, I’m not gonna bother at all
True: I don’t feel like taking on the world
I’ll stay in my bed – safe within these walls
And ignore the world as chaos unfurls

I will stay here underneath these blankets
And of the pain, I will try to forget


7th October 2004

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