• A silent street covered in rubble
    Propaganda falling into sight
    Alone I walk only to stumble
    Losing focus of the light

    Abandoned by even the birds
    My home is empty and gone
    Books now empty of words
    Their meaning is now none

    The water is too bitter to drink
    A broken doll lies on the ground
    Rotting food starts to stink
    The radio doesn’t play a sound

    A puppet starts to dance
    It is the only friend I see
    It gives a leap then a prance
    The one controlling the strings is me