The Lost Kingdom

There once was a place
With the beaches so bright
Flowers blossoming so light
And the skies full of dreams.

There once was a place
With the air made of laughter
Ideals being sought after
And featuring as key was hope.

There once was a place
With hate considered a threat
Fair opinions at the tip of a hat
And no fear of being different.

Then there was an idea
Which grew into a war
Of words wide and far
And conflict spread across the land.

What was once got lost
Forever in the fog of time
To a new tune all people chime
And no man was safe no more.

Now this place has gone
The king is dead
And we have lost our thread
Hail the new king!

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