The Pail

Let the prosecutors claim today

That love is dead and time will waste away

A thousand passions reduced to ashes

The wealth of a studious empire swept from under its nose.

We once fought to thrive

While a beast would fight to survive 

But we are closing in on the gap

And the fire is being extinguished.

Who is there left to provide the spark? 

When the light is too faint to be seen in the dark? 

Content turned into material 

And now we are filling a pail.