by Cheryl Merrick
In a day of growing darkness
when hearts have hardened past feeling,
Shouts of revenge,
born from frenzied minds,
shatter the peace,
as hoards waving banners
spill into the street
seeking to destroy all those
who refuse to follow
their current cause.
Now, the shouts have
died away to nothingness.
Now, the streets lie
shrouded in eery stillness.
Now, their causes fade,
Now, their causes fade,
forgotten, into oblivion.
Now, only history remembers
Now, only history remembers
this once great civilization
sadly recounting the fatal flaws
sadly recounting the fatal flaws
of a people long gone.
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