At my birth the world lay before me, a land of shimmering hopes and dreams. <br />And In my youth, optimism sparkled along my path despite minor setbacks. <br />But now I see beauty crushed and limping under certain meanness. <br />Eyes downcast, she wears a grotesque mask of brutality’s makings. <br /> <br />The new comprachicos twist butterfly minds, building hell in heaven’s fields. <br />And in complacent blindness the human race ignores this calculated madness. <br />Still, all of humanity can see beyond the veil, if it chooses, a Life of substance. <br />Today I will see the world as it should be to create better tomorrows.<br /><br />William Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-objectivist-romantic-ayn-rand/
