Desolation City
The streets seem to be empty of life in Desolation city
just the changing of traffic lights that flicker, looks pretty
that's when you know, you are back , back in Desolation city
what can a poor boy do, I ask no mercy for I need not pity
I will look for shelter from those whom I love
all that I call friends and know my kind heart
for soon flowers will grow where pavements crack
and the healing will begin at the end of this March
The people so trapped by fear
some you know close or near
when outside all they see is tragic cruel violence
and witnesses that are terrified and stay in silence
Make love and honour a duty
shine over the streets so gritty
lets make the people understand
all cry for freedom in Desolation City
No more intellectual repression
no more blinkers on our eyes
as we mean to give relief and charity
to our lost home called Desolation City
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 7:09 AM UTC
Desolation City
The streets seem to be empty of life in Desolation city
just the changing of traffic lights that flicker, looks pretty
that's when you know, you are back , back in Desolation city
what can a poor boy do, I ask no mercy for I need not pity
I will look for shelter from those whom I love
all that I call friends and know my kind heart
for soon flowers will grow where pavements crack
and the healing will begin at the end of this March
The people so trapped by fear
some you know close or near
when outside all they see is tragic cruel violence
and witnesses that are terrified and stay in silence
Make love and honour a duty
shine over the streets so gritty
lets make the people understand
all cry for freedom in Desolation City
No more intellectual repression
no more blinkers on our eyes
as we mean to give relief and charity
to our lost home called Desolation City
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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