Literature
Ivory Tower
Stay In Your Ivory Tower,
I hope You Get A Good View,
As Plentiful Orchards Sour,
And Wither Beneath You.
Keep Your Head Above The Clouds,
To Hear The Angels Sing On High,
The Peasents Mass In Crowds,
To Listen To You Die.
Tug On Silky Threads,
Plead For Another Cord,
Pity Is Not Reserved For One Who Begs,
They Instead - The Sword.
The Walls That Once Stood Strong,
Decay As You Are Thwart,
One Brick; For Every Wrong,
Is Taken From Your Fort.
Both Feet On Even Ground,
Sword Now In It's Sheath,
No Longer An Angelic Sound,
No Love, No Joy , No Grief.
