Let my heart bleed into the morning light

And my feet fade before me

The disappointments of my life are but the perils of expectation

Dreaming of equality

In a world plagued with fear

My life, my parents, my dreams

Tanned, tainted visions of illusions of utopia

Where every man, woman and child are equal

In the humble eyes of nationhood.

Let my heart bleed into yours

And take me for a joyride through your centric tantrums

Your waylaid passions, your ingratitude

I once loved an idea, once cherished a passion

Strung from the chords of my bewildered soul

Now all that’s left are red shards of flesh

Hammered against the fading horizon

And you’re happy where you are

Save for a few make-belief regrets

Sympathetic plumes in an inferno of destruction

My thoughts waylaid, my wit purged

Dulce est decorum est

For the wits of the world and the science of inequality