POEM: ACROSS THE DESERTS

The empty streets where man once tread

Before industry began to crash

Now the smoke in the air is for the dead

The skeletal cities that burned to ash

 

Across great seas of abandoned road

Forgotten places where shadows loom

Not of people, but empty spires

Cracked and broken by the fires

 

We travel oceans that don’t move

The shores are buried by the tides

The skies are blackened by the heat

Arising from dunes where armies died

 

War-torn towns and blasted sands

Not from battles, but from time

Where poverty and ruin have shaken hands

And cracked the bells that never chime

 

All the alleys are twisting tombs

The sewers are labyrinths for the lost

The clock has struck the hour of doom

The streets now graveyards all have crossed

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