Bankrupt minds, stubborn hearts
Deserted city, broken parts
Manipulated, mutilated law
All this, never foresaw
What is dead is alive
Few able to survive
What is alive, depleted of life
Provided curse, vilest strife
Curiosity killing,
control corrupting,
condemnation contriving
toying with unknown tormenting
foulest fears augmenting
The rich and the poor now look the same
Were we not just trying to make a name?
Evolving destruction on sunrise
nothing other, such, could comprise
Depression seeps in,
to take over and win
stealing all last hopes
as Death invites, invokes
Hungry children cry for parents who are no more
even though protect them they swore
Destroyed and barren land
Are any left to take a stand?
Redeeming relics
Residual righteous
Remnant remaining
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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