Change

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Change is life, o how I’ve heard

At times although it sounds absurd

Though we have changed, this much is true

To what extent? I wish I knew.

We used to love, adore and care

Now we destroy, despise and despair

We helped without a second thought

Now we just look away and leave to rot.

We valued life and held it dear

Now we kill without a shred of fear

We judged based on moral grounds

Not fame, success or material bounds.

The young respected the old at age

Now the old are just met with rage

Children obeyed at first command

Now, that is a luxury we can’t demand.

Though this was a change, there is no doubt

But is this the change we pride about?

For change might light a better way

But is this the price we have to pay?

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