Here In Camelot

I wrote this some time ago and was awarded an award icon. However, I managed to delete it.😩

Here in Camelot.

The year was 1963
Our president had been shot
Our country mourned this tragic loss
Amid talk of evil plots.

The years that passed since then, have filled
The annals of our history
Turmoil, race riots, and war followed.
His death remained a mystery.

Our nation’s protracted growing pains
Stretched out our limitations
And shaped the path of things to come
And molded this our nation.

Where was this land that once was hailed
The most congenial spot,
Where some have likened it to be
Arthurian Camelot?

Utopian in its nature
There was once upon a time
A place less complicated here
Where our life was more sublime.

Yov’ve seen glimpses on the TV,
And Capra gave us a view;
A time when people truly cared
About all their neighbors, too.

At night the news leads were not filled
With the portraits of life’s gore.
Our children’s ears were not attuned
To hear of murders and much more.

The Lone Ranger was their hero;
And Superman, and the Flash.
Those stories filled their pliant minds
With authentic moral cache.

A land where parents parented.
Not where they self-indulged
Their every whim spent just on them
Their secret lives divulged.

Violence there was limited
Not encouraged in their games.
Where respect was earned not given.
Where manners were acclaimed.

How far we’ve come since ’63.
For so distant is that spot
That brief fleeting wisp of glory
A time we have forgot.

Here in Camelot.





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