The World That Lost

The old streets, the old cars The flowing river that won't stop far The memories seeking through tears The old paper ,all tattered and cleared The music that fills time The glowing star ,What a divine! The literature, the song The jolly old self that never returned The world dark with humor The very one that withered The rose in between the pages The radiant sun that seeks through the stages The dancer in an empty stage All with nothing but courage The way they knew her The empty shell that resided The moon that knew its worth The earth that breathed life The tress that now glow with fire All that now has retired The pain and wounds of the war The miseries of the poor The hunger that dies, withing the souls and the eyes The braver they were, the lower they dipped into The depth of the world was hidden in a cage All that now seemed to be filled with rage The hatred only knew what it was The result of the growing cause Yet lies the little girl All she knew were few words Her life in question Will she falter or answer?