The ground mumbles 

“When a land crumbles so do the people. For the people are nothing more then a country’s true condition.” 
A ground mumbles words of vengeance

in dimly lite coffee shops 

men and women alienated in the wilderness of self.  

Old blood returns 

a gun growling over a city 

the sky dark,  

lights 

from towering buildings replace the stars 

minds dip into madness 

hands stir in violence 

hostile ghosts hunger

raging against barren souls. 

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