Could or would or should I talk to you
about events long buried in the past?
Unearthed, they make the frontpage. New,
it seems, is neither false nor really true
and plagues uncured, they tend to last,
the viruses are spreading fast.
In verse and chapter lie no remedies
against the ills, the wrongs of old.
Advancing spells, technologies,
improve our state, as we are told,
by no one else but ourselves. For Gold
we dig beneath the rainbows, under trees,
in hope of all the little wonders to unfold.
We can and shall and will rely on these.
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