After the Fire
Books burned as
Furious fires full of choking
smoke polluted
Knowledge of millenniums
consumed in the flame
What a shame
Voices, guardians of
civilization, a guide
Denied
From the furious fire always
to remember
To straggling pockets of hot
ember
A soft reddish glow
Now only ashes to know
Gray dust for the wind to
blow
To the corners of the Earth
to and fro
Do you mourn for the secrets
lost
Treasure gained at such a
high cost
What was learned before
We can learn once more
Of that I am sure
So what remains after the
fire?
Strange
Mankind did not change
He still contains his desire
After the fire
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