River of Time

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It was a time of plenty,
For the few, the chosen.

Pictures of mindless excess on the sly
A mass of memories, chemistry in flame.
Consumed by blame writ large across the sky,
Solution forged, dissolute is now their name.

It was a time of plenty,
For the few, the chosen.

An underclass needs masters telling why,
Shiny crowns ordained to break them tame.
Argue if you will, your protest banners fly
Cybergram will document one day you came.

It was a time of plenty,
For the few, the chosen.

Here is where I’d like my tomb,
Where the flower’s smile strips me naked,
Empty cave carved out to steal my room
For a view beyond all time; your promise sacred.

It was a time of plenty,
For the few, the chosen.

Darkness possesses all in us
Some try force, inevitably spill
Boiling the meek exulting in their trust
We slaughter the elephant, not for the thrill.

It was a time of plenty,
For the few, the chosen.

Wondering after the lost wander,
Which will bring the lesser want?
Attending to a past in need of gerrymander?
Or forging forward to forget what we can’t?

It was a time of plenty,
For the few, the chosen.

Idle questions? Hardly, there are lives at stake.
Still breathing in the darkest night, our soul,
What would she want that I would take?
Inhale deeply, fill me, make me whole.

It was a time of plenty
For the few, the chosen.

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