A solitary song, unplayed as we sleep
Streets deserted, with nobody to sweep
Faces and masks, yet not of our kind
Our poetic scene, a legacy so blind
Riding one way, journey now broken
Words on paper, no longer spoken
“Never forget”, echos of our past
Chaos in spades, our story now cast
A flag in colour, limping in meaning
Nobody left, to hear it’s screaming
Jazz with no rhythm, poets in silence
Broken railings, signs of the violence
Leaving our mark, all now on display
Poison in bottles, in streets of dismay
Dark clouds frown, what must now be
World closes its eyes, no more too see
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