Can you imagine the stories that spread,
in the dwindling fire,
as the world breaks,
bones ache,
and the lines get longer for bread?
Do you see the billowing clouds,
smoke and rain,
nothing to gain,
in plain site for those with fight?
Will you gaze upon the broken realm,
when tireless soldiers fell to the sword,
and worried maidens cast flowers on the ground
and the sound carried,
our forces were harried,
as time turned to water,
we were led to a slaughter?
And the old men,
with stern looks and leering eyes,
none a friend to the torn,
to the born,
to the forlorn and lost,
he’s the boss,
we are the tossed.
You won’t let me stop,
you were there and now you are not,
if you are real,
if you steal,
I can’t belie my fear,
oh dear,
that the car was paper,
that this whole caper,
was planned by Neal,
so very real.
So I say goodbye to fragile friends,
I say goodbye to actors and craft,
I say goodbye to the pretenders,
to the BLENDERS,
the edge-lords and bracket-kings,
I say goodbye to the masters,
blasters,
and those that DO and we do not know.
Goodbye, farewell, till then.
ENOUGH SAID!
