As I climb over a pile of wasted minds
I remember how we go to this point
When the warnings came but missed were the signs
The Peoples structure detached at the joint
Many fought but stone engraved was their fate
As the idle weak watched the truth crumble
Foolish simple followers eat the bait
Ignoring the sounds of the war and the rumble
The boil now calms and becomes a simmer
The rebels who opposed have been muted
The suns rays, fear the dark days, are dimmer
Records of events won't be disputed
Winners of the wars write the history
True events join the flock of mystery
A contest entry
- Winner takes it All....Prompt by Cannonsfire.
1000 points, ended August 6, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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This almost sounds as if someone wants to go back in time rather than be in this world so fraught with terror and war. perhaps it would be better if the losers wrote history then we would see both sides of the story, seems some of the innocent sufferers always get lost. Love, C
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