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Longing for the days gone past

Poetry By: uncle69
Fan fiction

country, love, pride, lies...just the writer expressing how things have changes through the years in america and the world..

Submitted:Feb 28, 2013    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Land of the free

Country of the eagle

Blessed be upon you and your people

Once you were a window

For the soul and the spirit

Showed what utopia, the world could be

Even the uninspired were inspired

They all wanted here to be

Work, live, laugh and love

Dancing and swaying, praying and playing

Riches among the rich

Sex, drugs and rock' n 'roll

They all went round and round

High and full of joy

Thought we could never come down

Colors flow, flowers grow

The smoke of incense and music in the air

Peace among generations of brothers

Gods people, happy and united

That's what we came here for

Celebrating and being free

Living the dream in reality

But why this dream didn't last

Our kids could ask?

Our leaders fit to be tied, hatred

In themselves and each other

Lost connection to their soul

Then peace gave way

And things seemed to turn grey

Our poets died

The heart of millions, cried crystal tears

Music stoped, a movement ended in a moment

No dancing and swaying, no praying and playing

And we all came crumbling down

The garden of flowers, turned into a burning bush

Then green was red, our minds no longer fed

But turned to satisfy

The lust for escape, our love of hate

For the enemy of the state, our brother

Freedom no longer for our souls

No dancing and swaying, no praying and playing

Longing for the days gone past

We all wish this won't last

We traded our peace and love

For a tommorrow of heavy, heavy rain.

Flowers for grenades, explosion is our symphony

Our ears ring melody, tanks and artillery

feed the children of our enemy.

No dancing and swaying, no praying and playing

Peace never to live again

Blood drop for blood drop

An eye for an eye

Life's taken with no chance to say goodbye

In the name of the "Lord" they say

As they try to destroy our way

Leaders find a course

"Give peace a chance" ones a poet said

No wonder why he was shot dead

Let our love grow, let our hands saw

So we can see

Flower gardens and green fields grow

Our children out at play, safe

Let us find the way

Work, live, laugh and love

Dancing and swaying, praying and playing

In the land of the free.


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