Hearts

A voice fills the ears of the dead There are walls covered with red paint In the heart of the slums The sky is eternally gray The clouds moving along sluggishly Like the people walking the streets The buildings feature glass-less windows Where ghastly specters now roam freely Spreading the plague of hushed voices In one building a little boy hides His knees are scraped and covered with grime And sobs shake his tender form The darkness shrouds him like a cloak But instead of warmth he feels cold The frigid hands of the phantom His mother was felled by natural means For earth shot through her heart as a bullet Placing her in the hands of Death Yet the camera moves out of the house Shifting to look at the entire ruined city A remembrance of a time long passed Like the trash that filled the streets so often Bodies now lay scattered over the entire city But instead of fear in their eyes, it is laughter For the feeling of joy was all they could muster Against the bloody tyrants that ripped them asunder And filled a city of angels with the whispers of ghosts Humanity wished for a serene golden age Where hatred, brutality, anger, anguish, fear Were finally eradicated That wish has been granted with an iron kiss Yet the irony of the empty and barren world Is that it all faded with humanity leaving an empty void A single voice fills the ears of the dead A waylaid message to turn back the clock In the heart of the slums