fall of the cities

a sudden spurt of wind will move the dust
we'll see it spin and give it an odd name
and when it rains the fence will start to rust

there's nothing noble here nothing august
we cower and hide and all deny our shame
a sudden spurt of wind will move the dust

the world was great but now it is a bust
only fumes now where once there was flame
and when it rains the fence will start to rust

dead leaves are animated by a little gust
and when it stops all seems just the same
a sudden spurt of wind will move the dust

we know that all our ends couldn't be just
with no reward we'll all cease being tame
and when it rains the fence will start to rust

we needed truth but we received no trust
the whole thing was another futile game
a sudden spurt of wind will move the dust
and when it rains the fence will start to rust


(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister