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A poem about how there is no more good in the world, but did it really start out that way? |
The fire so radiant, it crackles and hisses As the old lady tells of a time that she misses "Listen my dears," she says in a hush "I'll tell you of when there was never a rush For there once was a time when kings ruled the land When minstrels played songs in their small merry bands When dragons and knights battled for love of the princess Singing sweet songs in her pink frilly dress By night the stars shone so bright in the sky No electric lights to help you get by As soon as the sun sank under the ground The very earth itself dare not make a sound 'Twas the time when stories of elders were told Legends and tales of the heroes of old Afterward there would be players so fair Fire dancers throwing flames high in the air The children, they watched all of this in awe Trying to remember all that they saw Their parents looked on without any fear For everyone was always in good cheer But good things, they don't tend to last They burn out and become a thing of the past From a small disagreement there started a war That's when people discovered they wanted more So began an era of struggle and conflict A world so corrupt that no one could stop it To this very day there's violence and crime Liars and thieves who are still in their prime How I wish for the days when no tears were shed When children could still sleep soundly in bed Maybe some day things will change once again Until then I suppose we must live with the pain" |