{"sf1_id":586924,"sf2_id":"GnDMAW81","title":"Of a Time Before","author":"Alrec Fox","words":194,"posted_at":"2013-09-07T18:38:00.000Z","tags":["No-Yiff","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/586924-of-a-time-before","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/GnDMAW81","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c3/6d/c36dbf6c-529f-48b2-9dac-7785fdcbfe64","description":"#1 of Poems\n\nHello all! I've done nothing but read on SF for quite some time, so I have decided to post some of my own work. I'm not that great at actual stories, so I write poetry. That's not to say that poetry is any bit less than a nice long story, I merely don't have the motivation or attention span to write like that. \nI am always open to critique as long as it is constructive. If you don't play nice, you won't be invited to my tea party. I hope you enjoy.\n \nAlrec","content":"Of a Time Before\n  \n\nThere once was a time\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen humanity was small\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd there was no crime\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nOh in this time before the fall\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHere we struggled for life\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHere our power was slight\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nWe had neither gun nor knife \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHere we endured our plight \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nCoyote would share his tales\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAround our meager fire pit\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nOf his adventurous trails\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd we did listen and sit\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nFox was cunning and fast\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nTo sneak beneath night's guise\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd steal the food of our repast \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe kept us sharp for surprise.\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut now we stand with noses high \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd claiming the mountains tall,\u0026nbsp;\n\nThen our respect for nature did die\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nOh in this time of our fall.\u0026nbsp;\n\nNo longer do we listen to her\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe sweet mother of earth.\u0026nbsp;\n\nInstead vast troubles we stir\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nDestroying her with mirth.\u0026nbsp;\n\nNow we sit beneath a throne\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nIts masters lead us by the nose,\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey'll pick this world to the bone\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd draw our time to a close.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey pervade the whole of our society\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nWho among us can open their eyes\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nTo acknowledge this forced Propriety \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nOf the circling wolves and their lies?\n\n  \n  \n\n"}