In Castles great
where young maids wait
to be a prince's bride
In Dungeons with Dragons
where brave Knights faught
till honoured death a fiend be caught
In pastures of green
and meadows so bright
where Billy goats and 3 little pigs
live in the sunshine bright
In Wizards cove
and Witches den
imagination can be found dead
to the fountain pen
In all these places
when you try to find
a little life
only grey and black tones
rinkle skeleton bones...
The little black dress on skeleton frame
at Oscar and Golden globes
has replaced the Castles great
where young maids wait
In Dungeons you will find
drugs and needles
to deaden the mind
once brave Knight
hallucinating dragons to fight
In once pastures green
poverty and hunger
in smelly rivers
extinct Little pigs
and Billy goat
float...
Wizards are found
on Laptops through google
and...Witches...oh witches...
are still arround
they breath their imagination
deadening spell
through evil weaving mother-in-law's hell...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You truly describe the pulse of our moment in time. A 10 from me.