The voices crying,
howling and roaring,
I hear the heresy
reject and proceed.
Mid way - the blood bleeds.
It asks and none answer.
The wait is interminable.
The jist incomparable.
It perhaps have blended in our soul too.
The city's subversion of rural innocence.
Give and take is the final solution.
We destroyed,
the little believes we had.
Shattered.
