There Are Times (From, Myspace) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are times I can only feel pain
Of the days when they are not equal
Searching for and discredit them in vain
Vanguard of superior inferior sequel

Stepping through the time of its second class
Where human rights are the color of eyes
Mirrors of injustice of broken glass
With no depth in their meaning or clear skies

Everywhere in its varied morality
We shall remain of good over evil
Knowing peace and how to give it and fight
There may be bondage and causality
While we climb over hills in retrieval
With rumors of old regimes over light