Hearken and see, listen well.
In an old land, too far away to tell

A small rebellion group said to one another
"Welcome to the resistance, sister an' brother."

They fought and won, they outmatched everyone!
They set a king, who ruled right until the day was done.

They made cities and highways out of byways
Towers and castles, monoliths from mountains

Singing, dancing, painting, the arts galore
So much food and fun, none were bored

Fine fashioned dresses, of colorful linen
Diamonds and pearls hang from all women.

The richest land in the world could prosper be
Even without riches, he loved us, so prosper we

Now this man gives his late wife's jewelry to his children
He'll keep her moth-eaten cloth, it's too ruined for them

As he walks by faded family pictures, he hums each lullaby
As he makes his mite meager meal, he'll waltz with ghosts he's haunted by

He walks the street, none knew these young buildings would be antique
Cracked sidewalks and pavement he's outgrown, any new things he'll critique.

In the park he sets his chess, winning battle after battle like a fiend
But at times none do come, so he sits, holding in hand his queen and king

Thoughts of other wars, and missing brothers when fighting devils
But then a visit from grandchildren makes him smile, those little rebels,

Now the old, go to land too far away to tell
He sleeps, not hearing or seeing, but we should listen well.
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