A Quantum Of Solace Poem by jathin aka jesuzz

Of all the views in the world
Mine had to be of a mine.
Of all the silent spectators
I had to be the mute too.

Off all the shiny white lot
I had to be the tiny black dot.
Of the all the darkest nights
I had to be the slowest eclipse

Of all the half alive populace
I had to be the dead in solace.
I am the sun in the middle of the night
Of all the sounds in the world

Mine had to be of a whine
Of the great white mans burden
I had to be that black man laden
Of all the links of the revolution

I had to be the last of the coalition
Of all the keys of a board
I had to be the end
Of all the men in the world

I am the sprinter in a lame man’s race
Of all the men in the world
I am the old man who knows more than you
Of all the men in the world

I am the cobweb you can’t reach
Of all the men in the world
Mine is the hand that holds the wine.
Of all the men in the world
I am the one with whom your lady loved to dine