The changing faces of our generation!
The 'lingering' sad tastes of our times!
It's an adventure maybe to nowhere,
Maybe to somewhere...
My soul, like an inferno,
Burns with wicked sadness!
These aches broil with such intensity...
My being seems to collapse from my frame...
Ogoniman…yes,
These are the changing faces
Of our generation,
The Judases of our moments...
We live or die in these times,
Memories may ever linger;
And the shamefulness of this era too,
May never let daylight brake
On our front porches...!
« return.