Petals of future
From the days of old the dreams began
Of something more to come
To a future brave and bold children sang
Of change and more than crumb
Pictures of beauty and promises foretold
Happiness and smiles for all
Imagination's ramblings left out to cold
Sadnesses look toward the wall
Closed out of the game well before the start
The gates locked from inside
No way over, undermine or to tear apart
Nor a safe place left to hide
Illusions and delusions were all they were
Lies presented as the facts
The waters of wealth trickled dry on whirr
Machine took shirt from backs
Nought left, nothing needed, a lot of leaning
Told that this was the plan
Time to spend yes but on little of meaning
No leg left or right to stand
The flowers that were growing in the garden
Have withered in the vase
The earth they stood empty and hardened
Lost in a wall-less maze
Life of ease promised has come and gone
Replaced by what remains
The petals have fallen upon the stone
Bright colours left as stains.
Taraz
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