Equal inflections of bloodless daggers
Pierce through the thin gauze of fallacy.
When crossing the paths of the guilt-ridden beggars
Eyes glint with hints of jealousy.
A silent prayer could be heard if one listened.
Cries of anguish read in their eyes.
Tears of hearts, transparent, still glisten.
Hearts, cold to them all as they pass them all by.
Singing songs, sharing stories of wonderful times
They too, with success, had relation.
With their thin, sunken nostalgic pantomimes
Needs for change; change their key to salvation.
