Romance is Dead

Romance is Dead

Lost are the innocent
The romantics
And the poets
In this world
No one knows any feeling
Where everyone will
And tell.
One must have not
For they are
Daydreams that will end
Once reality
What has been
And kept.
What would
García Lorca and Lord Byron do?
Keats and Rimbaud
In a world
That Love forgot?
War has taken over.
War has made me over.
Romance is dead
So are letters
And the kindness of strangers.
Extinction is coming over
To this holocaust
Of lost souls.
Care not of
What chivalry ever meant.
Think not of
Whatever dreams ever dreamt.
So you can evade any deceit
Just learn and know well
When to retreat
When to attack
When to surrender
And when to give up.

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