Barbarians

The horsemen hang
Bells in the breeze
To fold back time
With every chime
Come memories
Of songs they sang
For all their guns
And greater forces
Barbarians
Stink of their horses
Imagine, time
Begins anew
With every chime
Let’s not forget
These people are
Barbarians
Everyone runs
But, how bizarre
You haven’t yet
I always knew
Someone would change things
We’ll have to do
Some rather strange things
If this is true
Love is a crime
I don’t know you
A single bird
Circles for landing
But how absurd
Nothing is standing
Nothing is true
Beauty remains
So much to do