Through The Eyes Of Babes

Filtering through the empty broken balconies along the rivieras are the waning cacophonies echoing monotonous songs, “Merciless they are to us at the breaking of dawn” Where life once thrived, we arrived in the city called the strip, an open-air prison, an amphitheater without any spectators insight, although the world is watching We trudge onto yet another camp The sun brings nothing, not anything more than light that shines upon a smokey sky I see more of nothingness, space, void, rubble Everything is foreign and everyone has changed All are cold, scared, and hungry, we walk aimlessly In the hands of anyone unknowing if he or she's sane There is so much fear, I am no longer safe A new reality has come upon me To the smell of death should I adapt? A new day has dawned, morning has broken Echoes pick up murmurs of others tears long spent sifting through these ruins where I hide Unattended unattached, no time for a sigh, cry, or yawn, I am zombie like The unrest of the last night has begun again The recent blood red scenes now past Yesterday's echoes filter one more reality Will it be me today?