Poetry: Reflections on Time Lost
"Stolen Time Displaced"
We woke together softly and secured
We played endlessly forever to endure
Guarded creations and interventions made
Post war, per war, causes for; plans to be delayed
New inventions, secretes untold and then
They unfold making way for things anew that bend
Nothing is new under our sun
Not since this old life of ours begun
Tears are watered down
Necromancers still abound
The dawn still wears her tarnished golden gown
Pixies and Fairies still dance and come around
True; they and their things, have been displaced
But, not one single one, has yet to been erased
Vested and tested we, but you all, broke the mold
Tell me do; what true value does, have your gold
Turned my fingers green minors mind by fools
Useless humans ruled with unwanted rules
Never bending their backs or bending their knees
Yet still, they pick up sticks and swat at the busy bees
Fleas upon the dogs of war
Let the Eagle sore, soar
Let them restore the time which was golden
Time which was lost and stolen
Or that which was displaced
By slothful humans of the Human Race
These; they them selves, have done it to themselves
Stolen time and displaced the whole lot of us
These humans raced
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
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