As you walk through the path
of my desolated conurbation
you are gonna see the aftermath
Of her ego and arrogation
you will see the broken shacks
nd my flowing ,drowning desires
You'll see the houses with cracks
my dream toting car's burning tires
You will see the crying walls
of the sheds she shattered
You'll hear the melancholic calls
of the little child she scattered
©aariz
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