Platform surrounded by colorful survivors
Stage performers just the menagerie remaining
To warm the concrete
to inspire a hope and cause forgetfulness
Of the stain defeat
Empty cafetarias, long benches and tables
Where hundreds would share their faith in fables
Tattered books faded ink
They invested everything in their sacred fairytales
Instead of think
And after the drones turned
Hot, restless and hostile
Each home reduced to a smouldering hole
A rotting patch within a landscape a dead dalmation
Cities on fire accelerating death tolls
And now this, a commemoration in clown suits
for the two dozen survivors
I get in a van and drive to the nearest hotel still intact
To rest my weary head
And invent a fairytale to conceal these ugly facts
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