Sensitive Geek MAN: Poetry Day ~ We Run Like Rain

Occasionally, when I can't think of something worthwhile to write (or I need more time to develop a thought, I'll post something old.  Sometimes it will be my bad poetry. Sorry about that.
This is a piece I did for a poetry class.  It is written in the form of a pantoum.
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We run like rain down the cobblestone streets

through shadows of structures centuries old

The echo of footfalls faintly repeat

down halls of history too large to hold.

Through shadows of structures centuries old

past archways where once centurions stood

down halls of history too large to hold

joy that replaces the rivers of blood.

Past archways where once centurions stood

our giggling gameplay softly resounds.

Joy that replaces the rivers of blood

And softens still lingering battle sounds.

Our giggling gameplay softly resounds

Wafting gently to the arena floor

And softens still lingering battle sounds

From struggles settled centuries before.

Wafting gently to the arena floor

Our parents voices as they call our names.

From struggles settled centuries before

We draw the designs that govern our games.

Our parents voices as they call our names

Lost in the caverns where bodies once lied.

We draw the design that governs our games

Out of the soil where martyrs once died.

Lost in the caverns where bodies once lied

Our spiritual parents prayed for reprieve

Out of the soil where martyrs once died,

Prayed for a pardon they’d never receive.

Our spiritual parents prayed for reprieve

In hallways where we now play hide-and-seek

Prayed for a pardon they’d never receive

for the inheritance promised the meek.

In hallways where we now play hide-and-seek,

Prices were paid that we can’t understand

for the inheritance promised the meek

freedom to happily play hand in hand.

Prices were paid that we can’t understand

These histories now are simply our play.

Freedom to happily play hand in hand

drives any gloomy reflections away.

These histories now are simply our play

through these ancient archways, dungeons, and floors

we drive all gloomy reflections away

after racing through Coliseum doors.

Through these ancient archways, dungeons, and floors

The echo of footfalls faintly repeat

After racing through Coliseum doors

We run like the rain down the cobblestone streets.