The Hollow Men
Behold the hollow men, only flesh and bone
Head filled with straw, they are the stuffed men
Shape with no form, shade with no color
No motion, behold the hollow men
Such tragedy's not found from their deaths, but rather found within their lives
The lives they don't live up until their death
Lives dishonored
Lives wasted away
I can see that all is gone
There's nothing left inside
So vacuous, so empty, there's nothing left to die
Forgotten how to think, swallow with no thought
Yet they utter words devoid and meaningless
Yet remembered not, not as lost souls
But only as the hollow men
Writer/s: John Peter Ucol
