Doomed

The last resort, the last refuge Is dying slowly, a painless death It cannot feel, it cannot cry It cannot tell us the folly we commit The wind blows, a dusty wind

That bodes no evil and casts no good A fire blazes, burning grief It cannot destroy, only smoke The sun shines, its vigor lost The stars twinkle, all merriment faded The sky is azure, lacking hue The flower has bloomed, devoid of color The tree has with age bent The might tower now leans The raging storm is now quiet The gloomy silence, the bloodless scream Foreshadow the end to come In streets a man is killed Whilst people pass, unheeding In houses a child is beaten His screams are ignored The resort is lost, the refuge gone The next life is yours There is no man, he is long dead Without any stab or shot