Tuesday, May 31, 2011


The frontier is designed, to be a lonely place,
Where pioneers and thinkers, seek solitude and space,
Theories and equations, our futures being made,
Simplified, discussed, as foundations then are laid,
Dreams become reality, the hopes we realise,
Greed rears it ugly head, its that which we despise,
Power is the secret tool, the key to all success,
The hand of freedom, has gripped its scythe,
The victim, who can guess...