THE NEW REVOLUTION, I DREAD
My thoughts are clouded as I lie on this bed. Through the window, the world looks so red And so is my soul beginning to dread, About things that could crush dreams And turn them into worthless streams. Here, I’m stuck in oblivion, lost in another world, Reminiscing the demise of a scholar not too old And I stand in bewilderment as his wit fails. Thus, leaving him with regrets and a heart that wails. Sadly, all these blows are rooted in a new revolution, Where most young and old alike, relin
