Ambition in Dystopia
Lead a rebellion and come home
To an empty house.
Write something profound
That nobody will read.
Sell rubbers to monks
And damn yourself.
Offer no insult to the heroic
Or get called a sinner.
Romanticize whiskey and LSD
In a pathetic attempt to escape.
But fire is catching.
And what're you doing?
The dreams they sold you
Aren't enough to save you.
You know better than me
How this story ends.
It ends with young blood
In the old, old earth.
-niranjana










