Gentlemen

Music is the language of the words, and the instrument is your gut’s revolver.

Idealism that I’ve never seen in actuality,

To profess unity, peace after all the casualties…

I must look like a deep thinker,

Because I’m not responding,

The occasional look in the mirror

In your direction

I may be listening when I’m not talking

An unexplainable euphoria

For what I don’t think you deserve

Profess peace, unity,

Once you have served.

We are gentlemen who read

With eyes, which partial flicker

A half-silenced enmity

A world worthy pessimism

To an ancient melody

We cry eternally at what is a temporary sensation,

We love the feeling of a deep situation.

The beauty and the sadness,

An even bigger temptation

Is to turn importance into laughter,

To muster all your dedication.

To unlearn your hesitation,

Get an education.

We are gentlemen who read

We have also had to bleed

The beauty and the sadness

We love

And we will never leave.