Wait, no, let me correct that.
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Anyway, here it is because I felt I needed to post something!
I came from the North,
Through aged towns and broken villages,
Ever mindful to stay wary of those old cities.
I would ask what was and what happened,
Always would I be evaded of an answer,
The pride of those sundered people unable to bear the load upon their tongues.
This land had been verdant and plenty,
Its greenery and beauty still shining through the ruin,
Untouched for so long by the potential of these men of varied homelands.
Ever did they warn of those old cities,
In them bandits and men of ill intent and means they warned,
But for one of those old cities I did not heed this dire warning.
From afar I saw the temple city across the river,
Its citadels and monuments hard-touched by centuries’ age,
Those of hewn stone and old only marred but those youngest and of steel scorched and ruined.
Upon a mossy pond stood a great preservation of this kingdom of men,
Its white spire still reaching skyward as the hopes of these people once had,
I could only marvel at its state so relatively unharmed by the hateful glare of forgotten history.
In the frigid cold and among the blossoming trees I approached it,
Its stony silence managing to warm my heart and stir my soul through the ages,
As I approached I saw upon its base a chiselled message only slightly more fresh than the spire:
In this land lived people of greatness,
Together we toiled and strived,
We offered each-other opportunity and hope.
For the sacrifice of our forebears we were born,
For earnest work we succeeded,
For deleterious hatred of those successful we fell.
Once we and this city were as a beacon to all men,
Those who loved our home nation for our strength,
Those who hated it for our will and freedom.
We stood against the tyrant and the inequitable,
We stood aside the free and the willing,
We stood for the oppressed and the maligned.
In the greatest of times we rose as a singular power above all others,
Forgetful though we were all greatness is ephemeral,
Unprepared though we were for when times would turn dark.
As our burning torch flickered in harsh wind we turned inward,
We forgot what birthed our success and greatness,
We forgot what wars of both blood and philosophy we fought.
So much power given to so few atop the dais across this pond,
So many freedoms stripped from common men of all classes,
So hated were those who had toiled and succeeded.
Times darkened and the torch flickered still in that forbidding night,
The hate of the masses grew as we tore down the towers of our greatest men,
We forgot whom had built those towers and upon whom they would fall.
The world darkened with us bringing war and fear,
Those who sided with us for convenience turned away from us first,
Soon enough to follow were those across the world we thought kindred and true.
Further still we slipped and chaos beckoned,
Even lesser men than the first of fascist way and fallacious hope rose,
So much power we gave them and so much they took in lust.
The many states once closely knit under our banner crumbled and fell,
Only then did we know the true darkness in the heart of men,
Only then did we know the true enemy would come from within.
We mourn so long our lost home and greatest calling,
Its lofty goals and achievements forever destroyed by ludicrous thought,
Forgotten so readily were science and reason by the will of the politician.
It is best that we be forgotten,
We had been a beacon and singular hope,
We ended as man’s greatest failing alone in the darkest night.
Together we toiled and strived,
We offered each-other opportunity and hope.
For the sacrifice of our forebears we were born,
For earnest work we succeeded,
For deleterious hatred of those successful we fell.
Once we and this city were as a beacon to all men,
Those who loved our home nation for our strength,
Those who hated it for our will and freedom.
We stood against the tyrant and the inequitable,
We stood aside the free and the willing,
We stood for the oppressed and the maligned.
In the greatest of times we rose as a singular power above all others,
Forgetful though we were all greatness is ephemeral,
Unprepared though we were for when times would turn dark.
As our burning torch flickered in harsh wind we turned inward,
We forgot what birthed our success and greatness,
We forgot what wars of both blood and philosophy we fought.
So much power given to so few atop the dais across this pond,
So many freedoms stripped from common men of all classes,
So hated were those who had toiled and succeeded.
Times darkened and the torch flickered still in that forbidding night,
The hate of the masses grew as we tore down the towers of our greatest men,
We forgot whom had built those towers and upon whom they would fall.
The world darkened with us bringing war and fear,
Those who sided with us for convenience turned away from us first,
Soon enough to follow were those across the world we thought kindred and true.
Further still we slipped and chaos beckoned,
Even lesser men than the first of fascist way and fallacious hope rose,
So much power we gave them and so much they took in lust.
The many states once closely knit under our banner crumbled and fell,
Only then did we know the true darkness in the heart of men,
Only then did we know the true enemy would come from within.
We mourn so long our lost home and greatest calling,
Its lofty goals and achievements forever destroyed by ludicrous thought,
Forgotten so readily were science and reason by the will of the politician.
It is best that we be forgotten,
We had been a beacon and singular hope,
We ended as man’s greatest failing alone in the darkest night.
Under that spire and desperate script I slept,
So troubled by the forgotten and ruinous plight,
Its great influence and forgotten past weighing upon my mind.
In that coldest night amid the blossoming trees I faltered,
Together with this lost nation I share a fate,
So too did I come to my death in this darkest and coldest night.
