what recklessness do we have,

to undergrade fellows of our own,

only to burn in the sun's toil,

and shame,

shade with that blasted melatonin.

but no, it had to be that way

when all hope is gone,

disregarded as fellow men.

been long sought,

that thirst of freedom,

of liberty,

of a c t i o n

but no, it is all but a mirage

our fantasies formed hopes,

because it is deemed impossible.

gone is the misery,

gone is the pain,

because all that's left,

is pride and shame.