Baskadia

  The sky was blue. Or was it purple? Its hard to remember when I'm trapped in a world of the haves not.
    The dept was paid. Or did it multiply when I asked dear old Mr Roberts for help with life's screws and nuts? 
    The people are happy. Or is it just a show to distract others from pains and hurts? 
    The kingdom is broken. Was there ever a time where happiness and peace existed? Or was it never so? Only tyrants and wicked courts?
    Our fate is sealed by mortal man.
    We hope for no more deaths and harm.
    We pray our land heals by faith and time...