Then,
The crowded market, full of happy faces.
Trade and talk, talk then trade.
Gone.
Children playing with joy.
Fun and games, games of fun.
Gone.
The circus, with magicians only there to thrill the excited crowd.
The thrill of the moment.
The crowd holding her breath.
Gone.
Friends. All but one.
Gone.
Now.
Living in the old world, longing for the new.
An ever growing scrap heap or a new life.
Why?
A crime not committed,
A life with the sinned.
Metal for money, money for food.
Why?
The men who come not just for metal,
Repay your sins,
For freedom.
Why?
Because of before.
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