Misery

 

The real misery in life
   is that of a loss, loss
         of a friend, a
               possession, a

lover, even
   a brother. Why
        we have to suffer,
              in this way,

no one can
   ever really say.
        The agony, fear, and
               sadness consumes me.

All I have to do
    is wait, but
         what for? A
                truce, among two

ugly things: one-
     the enemy, two-
           the mind changing disease,
                 that silences young men

with friends, family,
      and ambitions too.
            Stand up, pay respect
                  to the government, who

brain washes us all.