in my time

“Twas better in my time, twas simpler in my time”
That’s all old people mutter. They don’t recall the grime
That was their mother’s face bruised by their father’s crime,
In pain and yet so quiet, in pain and yet sublime.

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The winds of war did whistle, the bells of war did chime.
More often than today, the songs of war did rhyme.
“Twas better in my time, twas simpler in my time”
That’s all old people mutter. They don’t recall the grime.

Invasions, famine, judgement, a blood-bound pantomime
Of humans old and young, of nobles and of slime -
That was a mother’s face bruised by a father’s crime…
In pain and yet so quiet, in pain and yet sublime.

“We didn’t have no strangers, no one to steal a dime.
Twas better in my time, twas simpler in my time.”

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