City of Dreams
There was a man of many great talents
A poet, an artist, an intellectual
He had read many books
And was certain of his superiority over others
He wrote many great pieces of verse
And fabulous paintings
That inspired all of his peers
There was a great output of inspirational poetry
And paintings of vivid colours and meanings
The city was alive with excitement and activity
This great man of learning observed all around him
And became somewhat disenchanted
He posted a letter in the local newspaper
Accusing his contemporaries of copying his style
And of stealing his ideas
Many letters were posted in the newspaper in response
"We admired your work and felt the power of creativity"
"Why do you criticise us for trying to improve ourselves?"
The debate continued in the newspaper
But it became more and more vindictive
And helped to undermine the peace of the city
Everybody became disenchanted and they started to leave the city
A brief spell of brilliant creativity
Was followed by a gradual decline
The other artists found pastures new
And lived happy and prosperous lives
But the city died.
