Empty houses line the street
The wind the only sound
Staring windows, gaping doors
Like skulls upon the ground
This is what we’ve made
A fallen dream parade.

Shadows fill the empty space
As darkness takes the street
Somewhere footsteps echo from
The overgrown concrete
While in the distance lights are bright
Up in Babylon
This is what we’ve made
A fallen dream parade.

Ruined halls of steel kings
Where people and machines
Filled the world with jarring noise
The price of useful things
Now mostly gone, while kings exploit
A hungry, desperate world
This is what we’ve made
A fallen dream parade

©2023 Craig Hansen