Read Me A Story of Time Lost
Here they are,
all the books left to be unread
just when dreams fill your head
of all the magic and wonder and possibilities
of finding your freedom, escaping life's futilities
rather than face the realities;
we can ban the ones we dislike
another's views are mere hype
as we each escape into someone else's good night;
so much power in free thought
what knowledge could be brought
words, ideas, or inspiration outdated or those for which generations fought?
Ban the books,
burn them to ash,
change moves too quick, far too fast.
let the embers glow
igniting those ideas with which we disagree
after all, are any of us truly free?
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