These scales On My Violin

So I'll play my violin
A scale, G scale, D and E
Begins caving.

Up and down the staff
I'll go
As the oceans flood and flow
As the world is burning, burning
I will play what I'd been learning.

As I watch the cities fall.
I will play a haunting waltz.
And teach to those who listen
What we could've saved.

But I play too late, too late.
As I play too late. Too late.

These scales on my violin.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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