reimagining past concepts - sirens of peace
Breathing in it takes my breathe away,
the cold air blows gently over me,
its gentle humming lends its softening hand
to the sound beyond my window pane.
The night brings many ominous tidings,
painted a devilish black with shadowy figures
and illicit dealings,
hidden between narrow shelves,
stacked away to gather dust and decay,
to slowly fade away.
yet it persists,
those nightly howls
through the city streets;
They tear their way through the empty halls,
past the creeking stairs
from those dwellings afar.
Blue and red lights,
the sight of helicopter lights fill the city night sky,
sirens of peace,
from which they cast down their eye,
to strip us our of ailments.
But they can see into our souls,
our hearts and minds.
opressed and shackled,
living lonesome lives between ivy vines,
hidden behind brick walls,
neighbours pass by like the coming of a breeze,
the falling of the autumn leaves on concrete slabs
that take their place by brightly coloured ornaments,
their golden factitious hue's never fade,
but are taken away in great mines that are hidden from view,
secrets shoved down a dirty well,
were none can see,
but it cannot remain hidden from me.
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