Ones upon a life to pass
Where joy could have been imagined to last
With innocence far from rust
And body far from dust
Minds moved gradually to modify
But rather to a direction of fright
Where winter came in July
Leaders seeing with longing sight
Lion of humans claiming to fight for freedom
Scouring it's paws out of boredom
In fine linen with lyrical carved tom tom
With aim of exploiting to gain it's kingdom
A little knowledge like water
On heads of innocent souls
Like a lamp light gloating over
Till night stand still on the old
Exemption they tried to agitate
Breaking all laws till it abates
Creating powers to hate
And a ground rule never to be late
Pains still it caused
Hunger turning to a course
Stomach crying for change
Eyes can't see from range
Deaf ear they turned
To the screams of scraping
Incense they burned
All for winning
Two heroes in the tragedy of their making
Both running into the chamber turning
And all souls within them burning
While rulers fighting for last man standing
To all of you fans sitting close to the field:
When you see a fair grounder coming, please yield.
That means that the ball coming is still in play.
If you interfere, you just might ruin the day.
The umpire will say it’s a ground rule double.
Take the ball away, and you’ll be in trouble.
The runner on first must go back to third base.
Your team may lose the game, and that’s a disgrace.
That runner may have scored your team’s tying run.
They’ll be losing a game which they could have won.
Sure, you’ll have yourselves a wanted souvenir
However, that baseball’s cost might be quite dear!
One thousand dollars fine, and you’ll be kicked out.
The players and fans won’t like it; there’s no doubt.
That ball must be foul before taking it out.
So think before you interfere with that ball.
A game must be a pleasure for one and all.
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