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