A Mind Infinite

Infinity: The Views of a Dreamer

Your Days Are Numbered Bourgeois Swine

A man among men,
Woman among women
The poor among the poor,
weak among the weak
Sqaushed beneath the boots of the strong

All are one, indivisible by the other
Man and woman,
Two halves of the same sky
Laboring to illuminate the sky lights,
whilst the swine sitting in their chairs so high and mighty,
sip their fine wine

Whines of children fill the air outside,
the seemingly madman raves with his palms against the night sky,
no stars fill the sky, smog from factories has encased them in a murky cage
Whilst the men and women toil,
whines of children ring out

Unheard over the roars of the factory,
Black boots, march in line back and forth
to maintain, the illusion of stability,
Envisioning the temporary to be permanent,
they follow in line of the swine whom sip on their ever-so fine wine

The moon grows colder,
with every hour towards the waking of the sun
Silence grips the night with it’s cold palms,
nailing it’s grasp over the dreams of the meak
Who deep in their silent sleep,
dream of things to be

Of which once were, of what could be,
forever unseen in the light of day
A gaze of a future seeming as if a memory,
one that has never been, a haze in the mind
Only time knows when they wake,
the swine shall have their final drink



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