He hectored and proclaimed to the vast restless crowds
But near, out of sight, lay vast fields of shroud
His word were hollow, his heart would not follow
Outside his palace, a nation lay in ruins
Inside the house, they cowered in fear
No more exemptions, a rain of sad tears
They waited too long, a class disappeared
Outside the buildings, a town lay in ruins
He tinkered and sighed and put down his rag
The motor ran sweet, never one was he to brag
Despite his efforts, and wisdom with tools
Outside his house, a road lay in Ruins
He wrote these words, and printed them up
The message was fine, a slow time of decline
The paper grew old and tattered and torn
Outside his books, a mind lay in ruins
She sang sweet songs, all passion and light
The crowds, oh how they roared, never they bored
Her melodies strong, oh were beguiling
Outside her music, a love lay in ruins
The Mother was busy, always asleep
The freedom was granted, a long lonely leap
The times were they different, had it but changed?
Outside the home, a child lay in ruins
Bystanders were they, till all was too late
Suddenly with shock, the world lay in ruins
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