Its too late to consider hate
too late to give face
too late to bind and lace
Too much has been said
They are consumed by their looms
Forgetting that it will be their doom
losing sight of that huge mushroom
Accepting the power and shrooms
The high and toons
So they may have access to the loom

They have lost their humanity
Agents of the adversary
Doomed to the apothecary
Not knowing the weight of what they carry
Things they try to bury
Only for a descendant to soon carry
Their joy but a small query

© Yohan Gray