"Dorian Grey"

I age but the dream remains, ideas seem to have changed
At this path’s end, rusted chains in light hands
Vertebrate scars and pride shards cast like ashes of the long gone
Will we remember, or have I already forgotten and when my mind
knew the world what have we begotten?
Desolation
And this can’t be fixed by no reparations cause we’ll give it all right
back in the celebration
It aint about 40 acres and a mule more like 40 inches and a pool.
Saying we’re hot to be cool
Explaining why with no rule

~Laurent Chevalier, 21