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Fiddler of Time, Fiddler of Time,
Would you care to hear my rhyme?
The oceans are sick;the creatures are dieing,
Their song is now only crying.
The trees; they crash!
And the voices drowned out the clash;
Of others falling.
They cry and they moan,
Wishing to be alone,
In the ever growing pile of what we have wasted.
But allas! We cannot hear,
We can only spear,
Until the landscape becomes so drear.
Then all that is left is dust and ash,
As we choke on our beloved cash...
Fiddler of Time, Fiddler of Time,
Why do you cry?
He takes me to his knee as he wipes the tears,
And he says to me;
"Seeing the children, my sweet little dear.
Seeing the children disappear."
- by infinity snow fox |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/04/2010 |
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- Title: A Rhyme to a Fiddler
- Artist: infinity snow fox
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Description:
I appolize (spelling is wrong, I know) to those that think that this poem is dark, but it is suppost to be. I also appolize if you think that my writing style is at times is confusing, but I try not to.
This rhyme is one that I created because of how I feel about how some of us people tend to treat our resources.
I am open to critism, but don't write something down if flat out hated it and just wanted to say so. Thanks! - Date: 06/04/2010
- Tags: earth destrution rhyme infinitysnowfox
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Comments (1 Comments)
- riku134 - 06/06/2010
- nice poem :3 i agree people are being stupid and using too much resources,we are all gonna die because people are being stubborn :/
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