A BROKEN VINE HANGS OVER US
A broken vine hangs over us
With fruit due soon
With promises ripening
When time is ripe
For us to make a decision
To destroy the past
And write the future
Destruction can be beautiful
In the alluring moonlight
Of the shadows of strangers
The mirror which we see
Ourselves through
When you look over the mountain
You notice that there is
A light ready and willing
Over the blunt horizon
Which has turned too grey
But your smile
Is perfect
The night is still young
And the earth remains
When mortality has wasted away
When love has decayed
You are still young
And your old age
Shall only motivate you more
To change the person
Youâve become
And love is not something
You would want
When the people from
The town
Are false
And self serving
All the children
Who read nursery rhymes
And the boys
Who view devotion
As only a mere word
And people
Who recognise the struggles
O, liberal!
Your phony promises
Mere sound bites to the electorate
The night
Is still young
And you
Will not be young for long
So whatâs a word?
Say the worst
And Iâll bring a mirror
To the person youâve become
I hold your pale hands
See?
You are beautiful.
That is the word
And these lies, these fools
Are people who
Say one word
But observe!
These are words for a reason
They have no substance
They have no spirit
I am young
And I live inside your eyes
There is joy inside the open sky
And this life is made worthy
From your time here in the rose garden
Your smile is perfect
And listen friend,
The night is still young.
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