At my birth the world lay before me, a land of shimmering hopes and dreams.
And In my youth, optimism sparkled along my path despite minor setbacks.
But now I see beauty crushed and limping under certain meanness.
Eyes downcast, she wears a grotesque mask of brutality’s makings.
The new comprachicos twist butterfly minds, building hell in heaven’s fields.
And in complacent blindness the human race ignores this calculated madness.
Still, all of humanity can see beyond the veil, if it chooses, a Life of substance.
Today I will see the world as it should be to create better tomorrows.
William Jackson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-objectivist-romantic-ayn-rand/
