You’ll meet Lolas and hate them without end,
While they waltz effortlessly through your life.
Though punishment is not what they intend,
Each moment shared with them cuts like a knife.

Lolas caught up in the heaviest rain,
Lolas suffocating light in the dark,
Lolas trapped, hiding down memory lane;
They sharpen their strike like a cunning shark.

Lolas lost in the corners of your mind,
Lolas found in lies that are hard to unbend,
Lolas bleeding out of all weary mankind;
They sit in quiet rooms, waiting to contend.

Lolas created in violence and war,
Lolas noticed in both death and grief.
Lolas are always to be accounted for;
Lolas are life’s most unwavering motif.