Sircharlesthepoet

​The smoke, 

The shield,

The darkness,

But once upon a time,

The streets were blinded by brightness
Demolition at the stations

Tears evaporating off sidewalks

Clamor making eardrums call quits

But once upon a time,

In everyone, peace could create circuits
It used to be: free mentality,

A world carved by originality,

Bliss pumping through pipes

But now, we can finally see

Too much ignorance is insured illness