Proverbial SplinterA single soulDrifts through an endless riverThe city struggles to resurfaceAs the summer rain falls fasterFingers touch the emptinessSlowly decayingIt’s all so strangeAs if time forgot its’ own existenceA lonely breeze, a chill that cuts so deepListen humming children weepAs shades of the ground are fadingWhen Manhattan burned itBroke all the barriers of apathySend the masses to the trenchesCome thunder or come stormIf war is the only way outThen I swearYou’ll find us in the fire
Sta.sh
