Three BridgesThe remains of broken bridges stand in front of me today,
And the world that they connected stands to fall in disarray,
The dark clouds roll and the long rivers swell
And the sound of breaking bridges
Pulls us onwards into hell.
A bridge once hung over gorges deep
With great iron chains to hold it fast
And even when the planks were gone
The bridge was fought over as a base for future planks
And a country's future.
But did anyone win, at the last?
There was a path among seven hills
That led across the waters deep
It stood proud for the work of an Empire
But when the Empire was gone, the bridge fell
Until it led to nowhere.
And so the past falls, in time, to sleep.
I looked out then on tarmac'd streets,
And longshoremen in work-filled calm
Yet none of them dared to be themselves,
And when one did the law and justice fought
Nobody won
But I mourn the villain still, with a certain... alarm.
The remains of broken bridges stand in front of me today,
And the world that they connected stands to fall in disarray,
The dark clouds roll and the long rivers swell
And the sound of breaking bridges
Of man and mundus breaking bridges
The sound of breaking bridges
Must be heard... so mark it well.
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Challenge to the reader: can you work out which bridges they are?