I am the melancholy man who lives the melancholic dream
In the concrete jungle that grows per diem
I have lived my life by the rules they gave
A mere monotone of a monotonous regime,
I was made on mass down on the factory floor
By the factory men whom were factored before
Manufactured drones making a mere jackslave
Perpetuated imperfections of heretofore,
Yet providence and chaos for change often conspire
To cast of the robes of the gray friar
Washing away thier lies in a in a maddening wave
Showing the truth behind the veil of fire.
Beautifully phrased. Reminds me of 'Richard Cory' by Simon and G, don't know why. Thanks for this one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice emotional composition with a nice, b-i-g title!