Every avenue
Blocked and dark,
Flowers are not
Blooming in the park.
Future looks bleak
Full of sorrow
Days of darkness
Are starting tomorrow.
Factions are restless
There upsetting the quo
A shroud of not knowing
As the cold wind blows.
Days and nights fold
Into one
This is the day
War has begun,
Now in the mornings
Around the lake
The flowers in the park
Know they’ve made a mistake.