When the world was all in black and white
We knew not of the freedoms that we had
Propriety, while dull, was only a façade…Once,
Before we all became so self important
We all had our own peculiarities
But we abided by a code…Once,
We could believe the images our eyes had seen
There was no hidden agenda in any Gospel that was preached
But that was once…before the incident.
We don’t believe the flowers or the trees
We cannot trust the water that we drink.
The natural world encroaches on our castle in the air…Now,
We shut out words that we want not to hear
Or twist them into different meanings,
Ones that fit our needs…Now,
We snarl like feral dogs suspicious through our instincts
We see each other’s weaknesses to use to our advantage,
Now… unlike before…before the incident.