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On this broken chair I sit
Weak and old, yet still I writ
of words interred from passing times
of girls and poems; of things divine
Pencil lead still loops and twirls
sketching, here, a darker world
in stanzas four, so organized
a land is made before thine eyes
See what lies beneath this mask
Gold and amber in a flask
reveals the shades that sepia tones
have caref'ly hidden for their own
Buggy cars and dusty roads
Girls as maidens, men as toads
in caves we dwelled, our spears we held
of simpler times this graphite tells
Wars were fought with guns and swords
Scribes would write with loaded words
our books can tell of generals fierce
but truths of times they cannot pierce
Every story has two sides
Hist'ry skipping many lives
these books are written by those who've won
if seek you heroes, know here there's none
Glorious charges, demon's sins
All you'll find contained within
the yarns of men who died in vain
in here, they are not contained
Why not tell us these, you ask?
Why not show the darkened past?
the public can not be allowed to see
what really happens through history.
- by PescadoNino17 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/03/2009 |
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- Title: History
- Artist: PescadoNino17
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- Date: 01/03/2009
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