“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,
from towering buildings replace the stars
minds dip into madness
hands stir in violence
hostile ghosts hunger
raging against barren souls.