Atypical Bedtime Story - Poem by Brian Hinckley
was a city of greatness.
To the left,
a village of prosperity.
A land ruled
by a noble and wise king.
The people were happy,
until that fateful day.
The horde of barbarians
destroyed both city and village.
If this were a fairytale,
a hero would arrive and save the day.
Life has no fairytale ending,
only the struggle to survive.
Survive we have,
unlike those in that ruined land.
You see, son,
we were those barbarians.
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