Ode to a Goldfish

Everything seen and nothing lost
In your prison of scrying glass
With bugged eyes that see the
Hurt and pain of a world gone
Forever embedded in its own sins
And yet you see past the dead and decomposing ways
Of societies past their prime
See the love that resides in the dark alleys
Hate that shoots like flames in grungy fireplaces
You see the forbidden and tradition
The children hiding from the ways of an old generation
The great bowing to the senility of age
Families that deteriorate before the eyes of all-seeing
Gods shading themselves from poverty's view
Caging each other in palaces of power and pleasure
Never worrying about the damned souls of youth
You see and feel the sores of the world
And help with your infinite knowledge
Found in the silence of your bowl