Where?A Poem by LucyNo more InnovationWhere is my renaissance, With its arts clothing nations? Its scholars breathing poetry Innovation, invention rising? Where is my great world war, With its soldiers together? Its nations all bound as brothers Unity, humanity rising? Where is my foreign world, With its strange treasures hidden? Its glories free for the taking Curiosity, Knowledge rising? I see now they’re nowhere, Run out by history’s course. Nothing inspires nations now, But people’s brittle narcissism. © 2014 LucyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLucyAboutHello one and all! Let me give you a little bit of insight as to who I am. My name is Lucy, short for Lucinda or short for Llewellyn. I have both names. It works, I swear. I am 18 years old and wi.. more..Writing
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