Oh you sad children of a time so evil and dark;
the product of undesirable circumstances;
and love gone stale before it could spark
You were the anomaly in the grand scheme;
should have been smothered when born;
but sadly the plan remained a bad dream
You knew while you grew, you had no roots;
the useless moss clinging to a boulder;
no character, no faith and no attributes
Yet you all survived and yet you go on living;
for what purpose may I ask in all sincerity;
when both fate and life are so unforgiving
Desist…I suggest; surrender. I would advise;
nothing will help you persist or even grow;
throw the cards down; please be a little wise
What did you just say? Did I hear the word ‘love’?
Yes….perhaps, love is the only solace you have;
it is your golden butterfly, a beautiful white dove