Behind The Clouds

That's where humanity lives,
Behind the dark blue sky,
On punctured hope for survival,
When all the desired is left to thieves,
Who fly back to earth to lavish,
And then brandish the love they once had,
And the grace they wanted to share,
With the weak that they had been,
That same grace that greases their uprising,
Suddenly not workable when all is attained,
The heart of men is desperately hardened,
To see the good is now bleak,
And to nurture a good deed is termed evil.

Let me rant now,
For a day will come when I will be gone,
To the city founded in the clouds,
Let me speak to evil,
Let their ear itch,
And their hearts beat faster,
For the fear they cursed on mortals,
Those who suffered every day for nothing,
Locked up the destiny of young fellows,
Who have innocence in their hearts,
But carrying a dread on their head,
Termed them criminals only to incarcerate them,
And now they have become worst,
Judging you for the clothes you wore,
Little did they know,
The city behind the clouds,
Where only the weak will inherit.