Forgotten Pasts

Just something I came up with today, I hope that you enjoy.

Laughter, the thing he hears as gleeful children go by.

Wonders how the children are so cheery in a world so poignant,

A world full of conflict, not a single person says bye;

As the people drop, dead, drunk with disappointment

Grabbing their empty glasses, watching them slip

Falling closer to death, closer to the cold utopia

Where not even the worst sinners trip,

Down the empty staircase up or down the dystopia.

Slurred words and rancid breath, and cigar pieces

Looking over the fields where those dead stays.

Every new beginning, a new year, brings peace

But nothing can cause those riots to lay,

Lay down their words, and retire their thoughts

So that their children would never be taught.


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