Time

A quill it was, some hundreds of years ago
That wrote the magic words
A pen its now, they say it has grown
Stronger that the swords

The levitation, it was dream 
Not any one could try
Now it's, just relax, put your seat belts on
You are about to fly

The eyes they saw was all the land
Million of miles and miles
Touch a button, opens the window
Hundreds of feet's of glasses and tiles

You look in his eyes you look at her
Love is all you see
Love is replaced by some thing called money
Eyes are filled with hatred and greed
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Freeman Avatar
October 28, 2009 at 7:34 AM
Sadly this is true, Sincerely, Moses
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