Splendid would it fare if "being-hope" reaches

youth's heart that is bare

Bare of riles and spites that infect

the genius' minds.

But then again, oh more splendid does it

become if the call of "being-hope" succeeds

young wretched hearts it breeched

to stand afront and forth face the

riles and spites that bind them to bedlam

and scam.

With bravery to set sail

across the seas of mortality

Freedom, ferry us to the grace of immortality.

We seek Thy Heavenly Voice to guide

us and mend our hearts

from the waves of inundations at large

To keep us emblazoned and ablazed

and proud as we are as our

Fatherland's lads.

And, yes, we heed blessed with bright

minds that can rival myth's

gods and demi-gods.

Palette on left hand, pen on right hand

We smudge and scribble what lies ahead

of which we are made to hand down

to anticipate and not to dread

To wield it before the eyes

and heretofore unshed.

In the wake of false gods

we upheave what is right.

Fly freely and high

in the skies that are nigh

to the extremes of humanity

and common sanity.

No birthright so regal shall bypass

this legacy.

Rejoice we do.

Ah yes, youth

rejoices.

{ music } Golden Slumber

Filed under the frantic disciple counts, kyooiku kankei no | hn. your pen's toilet