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
Sircharlesthepoet 