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FirstAndLastMen — October
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Published: 2012-11-02 14:15:39 +0000 UTC; Views: 146; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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Grey towersLine grey blocks,
While grey people walk
Beneath grey clocks.
Grey homes
Make grey men,
Thought left alone
To their grey pen.
And their grey sky,
Gives no cause for hope,
And a sure way,
To the end of a rope.
They live like mice,
Scurrying beneath,
The steel-capped boots
Of misguided feet.
Constantly turning,
To avoid the red glare
Of narrow-eyed men
Taking more than their share.
Who cover their chests
With honours not won,
Thinking the heavier their breasts,
The higher they become.
But all the while,
Being dragged to the mud,
Mixed with tears and bile,
And sticky with blood.
Their shining leader,
For who they would die,
Has led them astray,
Has fed them a lie.
For a castle of sand
Is destined to fall,
No matter how grand,
No matter how tall.
And as their fortress crashes down,
Smashed by red rising tide,
They must answer to the Hounds,
They have no place to hide.
As courage springs once again,
From the bruised and battered heard,
We take a lesson from the graves,
I hope it has been learned.
