Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

You must wake to their lies
unto the truth
and it must be done
during the days of youth

for those who wait
until days of old
will find that their heart
has been grown as a mold

kept in the dark
and living in shadows
always afraid
to look out their windows

denying the violence
accepting the wars
and avoiding the truth
they've become cold hearted whores

I´m at the moment more for: maya/illusion/ignorance/fear (or whatever, both yours or theirs) have no age . And maybe the contrary is also true, who knows...!

Just tired about the pro-yectiles, so gracias for the poem!