People are covered in fine white dust
streets smothered in concrete and glass
my city seems to be dying
all I hear is weeping and crying

Has war broken out
way is my city now burning
I've lost my house
and have lost my loving wife

I walk down the decimated streets
the dead are all around
every step I make
under foot is the sound of concrete and glass

This is a hellish vision
how and why comes to mind
were we that blind
to have been stabbed from behind

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris