Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Government 1
It begins as a brightness,
solemn and proud.
A love so warm and deep
it's as soft as a cloud.
It's there for the people
and for awhile that is true.
It's greatness is witnessed
through the things that they do.
Then over time time, it grows
less bright everyday.
And you very soon realize
those good things have gone away.
A dark spot remains
and sadness is rife.
And you know you were
better with it not in your life.
And when it all gets
destroyed, from continous trouble,
you are left to sort through
the remains of lifes rubble.
 
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