Another Bookshelf Kingdom Falls

 A thousand heroes
 Standing tall,
 A thousand heroes
 Together fall.
 
 From beneath the dusty,
 Yellowed pages
 Charge these warriors
 Of varying ages.
 
 United they stood,
 Divided they fell
 Into moldy old boxes
 And literary hell.
 
 Knights of old
 And creatures of night
 Joined together
 In a losing fight.
 
 The killing beast
 That libraries feed
 Is the injustice of any child
 Who never learns to read.
 
 Words can't rise up
 From their place on the page
 If no one cares to look
 And reclaim the literary age.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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