like fires
prophesying
over scarred souls
that rise from the concrete city
like a mist
a vision
of people reaching out past
the remains of yesterday
somehow we
must rise from this place
of desolation
of want
the cities speak through
its peoples
as they press on
trying to rise admist
the burnt city ruins
the end days
flow on and empty one
till there is nothing left
and i am left alone
on the streets
trying to find a word
in the fire stillness
to awaken the disturbed
