Requiem For The Masses - Poem by Mathew Lewis
An old man watches from an allyway
As a hooker walks by.
She wishes it didn't have to be this way
But nobody else tries.
A young boy watches from an empty window
As his soul slowly dies.
No one told him it would be this hard
No one was there when he cried.
The building cry out in pain
As the acid rain falls nigh.
It burns holes too deep to ignore
And scars so many lives.
The dusty air is choking now
And nobody knows why.
All they see is a failed promise
And a pocket full of lies.
The greatest men died long ago
Lost for none to find.
A ghostly shape sits weeping now
But once it was alive.
The lights are dieing quickly now
Against the dark they strive.
But who will win and who will lose?
That's the question on our minds.
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