Kumbaya - 2012/08/05

Left in a circle hands grasped in hope
Whats remains is dust for distribution
Flanked by fragments of addictive toys
Useless beyond threat of electrocution

Events leading up to lost and unknown
Clues left for visitors past eternity
Warning the few willing to comprehend
As others rush to join our fraternity

Walls fall against centuries of wind
While weeds render pavement obsolete
Aged forests reassert their dominion
The silence marking our final defeat

Dead in a place of a thousand faces
A stench disseminating into the air
Eyes sans coins remain open forever
Though nobody sees the morbid stare

For they have become victims of fate
Brought on by forgetting the reality
Without the ones who dare contradict
Time will not suffer a lax mentality

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