Fresh Face Boys.

Constructive comments by Tess

© 2004

How dangerous the naiveté of fresh faced boys,
Heads full of arrogant dreams,
Testosterone hallucinations of
Power, immortality, violent selfishness.
The music of aggression cries for instant perfection
Their sweet feminine faces calmly call for the death of the past.
Ignorant intolerance, a weapon against empathy,
Leaves a path of righteous decimation,
Leaves death strewn fields,
Kills the flower of idealism,
Leaving them standing alone
Their souls battle torn.

Guitars rage against meaningless living
Adrenalin screams for a warrior's adventure
The decay of the civilised heart dishonours their passion
Twisting it into violence.
Their eyes are lasers dissolving one generation's hypocrisy
Giving it a pious new form,
Until the years seem like an avalanche
And the prison of the ordinary brings them to humanity
Their faces tattooed with the search for a meaningful death.

Love waits in their primitive hearts
Waits to strip away their armour
Hoping they will stand naked in the darkness of its forest
A cooling rain loosening the power of their loins
From the drums' hypnotic rhythm
Their imagination set free by its subtle melodies.
Will they have the courage to be alone in its earthy smells?
Can they stand the sunlight
Of an anonymous death in the city?