Tell me a story.
Tell me again about the good ol' days.
I want to hear those glorious stories
when everyone loved everyone
and all people were kind to all people.
I want to learn about how happy everyone from all walks of life was
and how there were no poor people
and rich people shared their wealth.
When people weren't
allowed to have a say in our government.
I want to hear all about the children
who worked alongside 100s of other
Children in death trap factories.
When people weren't
beaten, raped, dragged and hung to their death.
When people weren't rounded up
and slaughtered 1000s at a time.
Please do tell me about those days and much better things were.
Sunday, January 14, 2018
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