The Jester


Razed To The Ground - Poem by The Jester

I'm glad I will not be around
To see the world razed to the ground
Where in the streets, the only sound
Is forlorn silence, ling'ring round.
Rusty metal clatters past
Mocking lights, no shadows cast
Of freedom, no-one dares to ask
And none who live remember grass.
Though every hour burns with light
The world falls to eternal night
For long, they've given up the fight
To stop the metal and its might
No children play out in the street
For fear of what machines they'll meet
The sky is only smog and sleet
A half-life, everlasting sleep.

I'm glad I will not be around
To see the world razed to the ground
There's nothing that I wouldn't pay
To never meet that dreadful day.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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