The Time Lord Poem by Paula Glynn

The time lord takes all souls,
To different locations,
Different decades,
Different centuries,
Different times in history,
Even to the Jurassic age,
Where the T-Rex roars in rage,
Running towards its prey,
Its meat like a goat,
To the slaughter,
Or a cow about to be,
Eaten like a burger,

For times in history,
Often brutal,
Humankind causing pain,
Strict rules being broken,
And perpetrators being punished,
But not all chased by a T-Rex,
Although lessons are feared,
Like the ugly head of Medusa being reared,

And to meet the time lord,
His reign all powerful,
Changing history and - therefore,
Historical events,
For what if Britain had not
Defeated Hitler?
What if the Vietnam War
Hadn't happened?
All our brave soldiers,
At peace with the time lord,

Whereas evil souls,
Are taken from one place,
To a nightmare place,
Where memories,
Will yearn to be erased,
Like a head injury patient,
Not remembering the trauma,
Of the event.

But the time lord,
Increases happiness,
And makes those in the past,
Have a better future:
Even those who never,
Sit in front of the computer,

Yet the computer spreads the word,
Of all that is important,
And all that must be heard,
For events happen daily,
Whether in a classroom,
Whether in an airplane,
Or even on a train,
Or even in desert plains.

Commanded by the time lord,
Who reigns supreme,
Working for the order,
Of the world,
Through the beginning,
To the end of time,
His work to never stop.

There are always people,
To tell the tale,
The time lord,
Taking them from a nightmare place,
To one where they flourish,
Like the cleansing rain,
Making Mother Nature grow,
In those beautiful rainforests:
Beautiful animals
And sunlight from the sky,
A happy soul to tell the tale,
For a soul does never die.