Pm in a Bar

I've seen the fall of an ancient world

I've seen their crimes

And their consternation

I've seen their hopes

But they'll fight for the coming of the fall

I've seen the rise of a brand new world

I've seen their smiles

It's been long long forgotten

And the faces, red, deformed like grimaces

The rise

I've seen the fall nothing at all

I've been surprised by the sublime recitation

Of a poem signed by Mr. Blake

Why do I cry? Oh, why don't you cry?

I've seen the fall nothing at all