The Glorious End - A Poem
"The Glorious End" - P.G.G.
Some days you just can't see
The vision of the humble, that the forest's made of trees.
There's a bit of shame, for each one's name
The boxes beside, the laying of blame.
Old stodgy, old fun
Fake jewelry, makeup run
Fierce eye-gaze, rank sweat glaze
They're running, running, running
For the Glorious End.
Sometimes it comes to me
The recitation, beautiul mantras, three.
For a whole of us, for a nation's name
Any act is excused, no laying of blame.
"Old Glory", old one
Fake jewelry, my son
Wear it proudly, for all to see
We'll tell you, tell you, tell you
What it means to be free...