A few desolated people I see, dispersed, mostly
Not far away from the barbed high metal gates
The skies are all sepia and dark, the sun is sinking
No more sweet zephyrs, dulcet dreams long dead
Deprived lungs, impoverished bellies.
The children don’t cry anymore, they know all.
Not far away the now real world they see
The neon lights have long replaced the stars.
The siren calls and men unquestioned walk
Lips have fallen silent, only machines talk
In my small boat I see darkness obliterate the ethereal day
The Chimneys shall rule and Gods obey.
