Comment Re:yep... (Score 1) 227
I shall correct the poem
The bricks of this dungeon
glitter with blood,
the shades of this
shadow are mist.
the tears that are shed
shall trickle to mud,
as the children are held
with a fist.
Chain and silk
shall be the clothes
for inmates of the cage.
With bread and drink
they will survive,
with loneliness they age.
With woven dreams
and woven thoughts
their woven minds are kept.
In cold gray walls
where they were taught,
among the rats they slept.
The bricks of this dungeon
glitter with blood,
the shades of this
shadow are mist.
the tears that are shed
shall trickle to mud,
as the children are held
with a fist.
Chain and silk
shall be the clothes
for inmates of the cage.
With bread and drink
they will survive,
with loneliness they age.
With woven dreams
and woven thoughts
their woven minds are kept.
In cold gray walls
where they were taught,
among the rats they slept.