Indenture

Rebellion as the fire flared.
The weakness lived within the bare
indenture of a cruel society
that said the love was never meant to be.

Stuck at a level below their device.
Showered by cold and the hardness of ice.
Democracy became a blasphemy.
Machinery to take the place
of birds that used to sing sweet melodies.

Fluttering, the dreams of love
relieved the feel of bitter irony.
Another day, the living spent
on deeds that never knew
the power lent.

Rebellion as the fire flared.
The weakness lived within the bare
indenture of a cruel society
that said the love was never
meant to be...

? Michaelette ?

5/7/2003
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