Broken Poem by Taya Martinez

Chaos ridden streets of immortal monsters
Waving deaths recruit
Strings of rebel warriors
Bearing branches of forbidden fruit

Wild tribes of ravens
Devouring what's left of society
Merciful beings no longer flourish
With occupants overcome by corruptive fighting

Those not persuaded are put to rest
Lethargic hero's from another time
Hypnotic slogans chanting rank
This medieval war conquers all minds

Remorseless gangs rival for a place among the thorns
Untouchable, would rather die than hide
Dark clouds of morbid nightlife, desperate to survive
They'll mame, kill or torture... just to feel alive

In the darkened depth of this no-mans land
Souls roam captive yet wild
Caring for nothing and nobody... silent sorrow floods
All that's left is the tears from the child that cried them