This Empire of Stone
Gone are the days when gold shine filled the air.
Peace and love were the order of the day.
The fiend of darkness is lost in his dark kingdom.
He gyrates with pitiful madness and scowling eyes.
This empire of stone and blessed land of our birth.
Teaches a man how to live and shine amidst the stars.
So look not to the ground when virtue takes to the sky.
There joy can be found that needs not of pretty things!
date-3/8/2019
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2019
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