Swaying along the path embraced with broken peace,
Like herd of cattle behind a shepherd’s lead.
Every ounce of confidence bestowed with fear
And not a slightest room remain for an innocent queer.
As some grew, most remain gripped with vulnerability,
Divided within the family between sane and insanity;
Uttering deceitful sweet lullabies without the slightest guilt
And shatter to debris their dreams which were just built.
Throws dirt in the eye and promises a golden egg
But all too soon the summer tempest sets,
Giving way to suffer the fellowmen’s deceive
And cause his own brothers unease.