The day has come to his rising <br />Echoes of the hammer recovering <br />Ripping the all ages icons up <br />No chance for them getting over <br />Old men talking slowly <br />Heads down, quills on their hands <br />She said they are crazies <br />Just kids fighting for a bit of candy <br /> What means their words about us all? <br />Why have we lost our oldest friends? <br />But the hammer is getting high and higher<br /><br />allan macli borges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/idols/
