Empty streets like bloodless veins
memories of civilization lost
acid air that would crumble the tongue
this is the price, this is the cost…
see the bones bleached by the sun
and hear the wind screech of fallen doom
picture this my daughter and son
wake up, for this could be…
the aftermath…

In cities empty only shadows will dwell
in the wake of ‘advancement’s’ evil spell
fear my daughters and my sons
don’t leave fate to chance…
the aftermath will come
and no man have power
to make it undone…

(c) 2012 allen simpson
For Wind Raven x