Fallen apart into ruins
Broken into pieces
Far from the twilight of technology
Buried by the doom cast upon it.

Mist of dust is the air we breathe
Littering of ******* sweep across the streets
Filled with crowds of people
Each chasing their own path to make a living.

In their mist i see wretched hands extended
For a Samaritan to save their weathering bodies
From the hunger that claims their lives.
I watch passersby ignore their presence
Perhaps lost in their own world fighting their own demons.

Accumulated wealth in the hands of a few
The ruthless dictators
Who have stripped this country of everything.

Cries of the poor and helpless vanish
Like a thread of smoke in air
For onto deaf ears it lands.

It's like the forgotten city
Left at the mercy of the reigning demons they serve
No one dreams of its redemption
Perhaps in the hearts of a few
For hope forsake those who persevered
And faith flee from those who tried to hold on.

With nothing to hope for
Days come and go like they never existed
People live and die like ashes blown by wind
Injustices became a norm.

Corruption is a permanent resident
Rooming freely and no one cares to mind.
Epidemics sweep across the land snatching lives of many
For they face no resistance.

It's the way of life
A common phrase used by those
Who try to name the devastating reality.