A Dead City...
Shadows of the dark,
The Whispers
Of dead leaves
Of dead insects
Fill the park
Of a ghost town
Laid lone
By the raging wars
I hear shouts
Of ghosts
Wierd cries
Of children
Wailing of mothers
Groaning men
Bursting gunshots
Burnt cordit, Grilled in smoke
Blood and death
By Tawanda Godfrey