Four souls locked in a room <br />discussing the relevance <br />of yesterday's beginnings. <br />The music in the background <br />indicates the the four were right. <br /> <br />One by one they came to realize <br />the profit motives at work. <br />That they have no importance <br />until they have money to burn. <br />They speak though yellow sunshine, <br />which is indicated by their smiles. <br /> <br />shared memories of rebellion. <br />A High School chronicle of fear. <br />Four misfits in a room <br />telling their tales of pain, <br />as they try to speak for peace, <br />and get mocked by fools. <br /> <br />Little rats in their caged <br />and barbaric interpretations <br />laugh at the four for their <br />free loving souls and hearts. <br />They are afraid to follow them <br />for fear of getting spanked or shot. <br /> <br />Ready to talk of solutions, <br />yet afraid to put them through. <br />The four of the yellow sunshine <br />called the rest of them the fools, <br />as the night wore on in colours <br />that changed the rest of <br />their thoughts.<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yellow-sunshine-2/
