No Tears

In time there was a reason for such decisions No quarrels for such existence All foretold from the mouths of the many Yet no tears for what was to come Down the rabbit hole humanity continued No songs came to mind and no tears could be found The skilful tongues spread the word of the new world No tears amongst the whispers of tomorrow No tears of a taut harp at many fingertips Upon the banquet of the dead Cups raised for the conquering heroes A pause in the silence No tears, not notice of a vanishing world