Things Fall Apart
The look of paleness on each face
Hollow dreams and dismal fears
Injured wings the bough here deface
Nothing remains to dry dead tears
Governments shaken like old rags in old carts
Shadows follow the footsteps of cold hearts
From great empires careening down
Ancient errors come to vivid light
Little countries where wilted seeds are sown
Lust and litter fluttering against the night
Around the weary, wounded watchmen sleep
Palls of pillow, uncottoning economy
And arogance, the center folds on cruel history
Raging against the poor, the weak, they heap
Things that falls apart against the splinters of the heart.
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