Friday, January 18, 2013

Aloof

Playing the violin when the Rome was burning
He was aloof, stoic, ostensibly non-disconcerted
Urge of inaction was immense
Stayed far on shore when the tide was turning

Millions who had faith in him
Realized their foolishness when it was too late to save
Abhorred him from the core
Yet could do nothing except turn in own grave...

Silhouette

A hazy silhouette in a drowning sun On a decrepit boat amidst roaring waves Hurt from storms and nostalgic winds For rushing to home, i...