When people cared about society.
Allow me to pretend that there could be
A grassy lea on which the cattle graze
Without fracking beneath; a subtle haze
Floating in the air pollution-free;
A civic discourse individually
Considered--not the constant blaze
Of flame-war. All of this, alas,
I do not think I ever really knew
Despite the promises our teachers swore.
Perhaps there was a time it came to pass
Or maybe they in turn once missed it too
Nostalgia passing on forevermore.
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