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We Stand Alone by Nikos Laios 2020-10-17 09:13:40 |
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A flock of geese Fly under a grey sky, The fields are damp, The streets are wet.
The cities are barren, Grey steel glass Cement towers And blocks Crushed by Coiling bitumen Streets, Fleets of Fishing boats Bobbing In abandoned Harbours Covered By oil slicks.
Zombie ghosts With hollowed eyes Walking through Derelict country Towns and fallow Fields.
Creaking windmills, Rusted metallic sentinels Standing guard Over vast red desert sands Looking to the west.
Giant steel factories On the edge Of dying towns Breathing fire Like dragons Filling the sky With black smoke, And the ancient Sages with Bony fingers Walking the Sacred way Searching For the Oracle, Searching For sacred Prophecy.
Yet the voices Are silent, They speak No more; The muses are dead, The prophets are dead, The gods are dead, We stand alone In an empty Universe On a crowded World.
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With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios
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