The Plains, They Burned


Back when tigers used to smoke
And the plains stretched with plenty
Before the river dams broke
The waters served the many
The rivers ran with gold
Gems slept cradled in the earth
In the brilliant days of old
Of mystery, and mirth

Now the cat claws at the cage
The plains, they burned
The gold was plundered for the new age
Then; for the gems they returned
Ripped them from the cradle
Left endlessly rocking
Retired smoking tigers to fable
And plenty to talking

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