The dreams twinkling in thine eyes
shall haunt me an eternity.
The stark world we gave you shies
short:the zealous alacrity
with which you followed your path
never hath called for barbaric wrath.
The joy you spread about all around
gave our world a sense of relief
The oppression we brought abound
somehow gave thine own grief
The picture you painted of ours was peace
Ah!how emblems of peace we tore apiece.
The way to our success was paved
All our skills we waylay
You came:set straight goals-craved
our glory but we decay
You alack!were turned to corpses but in truth
we are the carcasses- rotting ‘void of ruth.
The future we could have is ruptured.
Bells toll!Heaving sense unto us
There is not much in us worthy:cultured
we are not reform we need to thus
Untainted souls were lost:if sense we not see
More may leave us;we may ne’er learn how to be.