I live my life as of yet untitled <br />no central character to cheer for <br />no answers for this war torn nation <br />still recovering from uncivil war <br />Stare longingly at our crumbled home <br />faint hints of the decimation <br />The cracked plaster of these walls <br />stained as if painted with green tea <br />Like the green tea we drank as we sat <br />on a warm summer night <br />watching as nitroglycerine explosives <br />demolished indigenous life ways <br />to make a path for industrial rail ways <br />I grow weary already <br />at such a young age <br />I do not know that I can keep this pace <br />other than pacing back and forth <br />in the drawing room <br />where the clock with the nervous tic <br />shares my frustration as we talk <br />If I had been born in your age <br />perhaps we would have lasted <br />I know not where these words come from <br />or what they mean <br />I only know that you and I had a home <br />with walls stained as if with green tea <br />and quickly demolished with explosives <br />before either knew what we had lost <br />Clutching green tea and explosives <br />We are refined but violent <br />And time will sweep away our story <br />like all great tragedies should<br /><br />Charles Darkly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-tea-and-explosives/
