Welcome malignancy into this world
In silent mouth the frozen words to keep,
When your idea can become a sword,
A meaningless reverie in anxious sleep.
Your suffering can crown the head of Woe,
Who reigns in sightless, hopeless, icy lands,
Where the flowers and the grass cannot grow,
And people listen to your sad commands.
Your valley is glittering in the cold,
Your values are waiting to be destroyed,
And pride is a graven image of gold
To disappear when He will be annoyed.
Marieta Maglas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unremebering-dream/
