XVII

she lost me all of my being and she stared and laughed on all of my being she told the guitar and play the song of hate and when i state wonder wonder of hate those mistful eyes those fallen souls those who have nowhere to belong thing about the nightlife we had and wonder why the civilisation of that century fallen, and why the civilisation of this era taking so much so much time to fall am i the one who wish for it for yes or for no but for all those thousands years that has never mattered look at my infant no chap she doesn't know this is just a beginning of a merciless end