I can hear the children now, <br />competing with the songs <br />and lullabies of happiness, <br />of friendly frigate birds <br />while I, the one with fiery eyes, <br />wait for the darkness of the night <br />when inborn principles <br />and the kindness of humanity <br />shall be torn up like the old shirt <br />that priests do wear in private life. <br />Mind you, this is no case of obsolescence, <br />as, for a hoarder I do seldom part <br />with well-worn clothes and useless things, <br />yet this is a new age, new rules apply. <br />I shall look back for my approval, <br />will surely find it in medieval times, <br />you've taken out my heart with frigid hands <br />but while it manages its final beats <br />you will have found a simple piper <br />who only takes all of his pay in blood.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-your-piper/
