Evidence of Life
"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash."
-Leonard Cohen
-Leonard Cohen
In the narrow and the plain
I see the sorrow and the pain
And in the broadened scope
I find no cause for hope
The tattered bleakness of today
Drowns out what we had to say
The petty struggle of our youth
Fails to comfort and duly sooth
A generation in apathy enshrined
Listless and content never to find
A goal or meaning for coming years
A cure for cancer or stilling fears
The engines will moan and roar
With all their poison still in store
To burn a swathe for the ashen path
Searing the wound with molten wrath
Now all we see is burning bright
As we huddle close before the coming night
We know that we have seen the peak
And after this, it is pointless and bleak
I see the sorrow and the pain
And in the broadened scope
I find no cause for hope
The tattered bleakness of today
Drowns out what we had to say
The petty struggle of our youth
Fails to comfort and duly sooth
A generation in apathy enshrined
Listless and content never to find
A goal or meaning for coming years
A cure for cancer or stilling fears
The engines will moan and roar
With all their poison still in store
To burn a swathe for the ashen path
Searing the wound with molten wrath
Now all we see is burning bright
As we huddle close before the coming night
We know that we have seen the peak
And after this, it is pointless and bleak
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