Fallen Angels Poem by DM W

Granite grey cities in the pale dawn light:
Birds circle overhead in rose stained skies.
Love lies bleeding; dripping down dead end streets
Where spectres prevail and faith's obsolete.
Fallen angels, clutching their broken dreams,
Starve in cold subways-scarred with graffiti.
All alone; so far from the sun kissed heights
Of former golden glories - fading lights;
Ragged refugees of the state machine
Spat out by a system of obscene greed;
Oblivious of the commuters' ebb & flow;
Needles in their arms where the lucre goes.
The hit's worth it as every junkie knows;
In the modern world the emptiness grows.