Ramblings Of A Lost Hope

The people of Atlantis go about their business. With soft music, and a colourful Kingdom. Unknowing to them of the hatred and war, That plagues the world they live in. Isolated and secluded in their own little world, Unable to see the big picture. They have been deprived from reality, And are kept abreast of stricture. Why are they unable to see? Why do they not know? Why are they so happy? Why should they know? They have not been told. It is unimaginable. And yet, we live it. Every day of our lives. We live it. Nuclear war draws near. And the innocent people of Atlantis, Are blissfully unaware. But so are we. We are unaware of the consequences. Atlantis are a nation, living in peace. And all we do is fight. As each day draws to an end, A new and more powerful weapon has been created. If it is used, Then Atlantis will crumble. The world does not matter. But Atlantis does. For all we have done is fight. Since the beginning of time. From the dawn of creation we have fought. But Atlantis is innocent. It's a pity then, That we FIGHT for PEACE. And yet, Atlantis has peace. And they have no thought of violence or war. If we removed war, Then we would gain peace. More war, Means less peace. And if someone in power, Does not work that out soon, Then we will all die at our own hands. Written March 6th, 2002 © on Mar 05 2002 10:02 PM PST   0 • 12