Sirens.
Blaring. Glaring.
Why is everyone staring
At the sky?
They open their mouths
With sounds of sirens
Like bombs fly,
You'd think the inky blue
A graveyard but
Only clouds die
There.
Staring. Blaring.
Like the whole world
Is swearing to hear
Nothing else but
The siren's prayer.
Is it for calamity
Or welfare?
I think even the
Staring, screaming statues
Don't know
And I'm worried
They don't care.
But still they sing,
Their voices ring,
Howling the siren's fanfare.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
Sirens.
Blaring. Glaring.
Why is everyone staring
At the sky?
They open their mouths
With sounds of sirens
Like bombs fly,
You'd think the inky blue
A graveyard but
Only clouds die
There.
Staring. Blaring.
Like the whole world
Is swearing to hear
Nothing else but
The siren's prayer.
Is it for calamity
Or welfare?
I think even the
Staring, screaming statues
Don't know
And I'm worried
They don't care.
But still they sing,
Their voices ring,
Howling the siren's fanfare.