The Golden Age is Dead

I'd rather live in Shakespeare's time

despite the threat of plague

When families gathered round the fire

to feast on bread and ale

Although the Queen was ruthless

chopping many traitors heads

At least she wasn't gutless -

not afraid to readdress

Moving on five hundred years

we fear the common cold

Despite our living average age

we hide like cowards, indoors

It used to be that people cared

for those across the land

But now we care for nothing more

than mobiles in our hands

I wish that things were not just so

I wish that people cared

But money makes our world go round

The Golden Age is dead.

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