Half eaten pillars
Support the sinking roof
While the flaky ground stay still
Untouched by humans.
Abandoned by the fear of war
Explosions and agony inflicted
The suburbs stand still
Holding it’s place to the ground.
Damaged favourites scattered all over
Traffic unattended, vehicles left over.
For never landing flights,
Lush greens turned brown
No flowers except some wild.
Parks covered with ashes and dust,
Blood stained walls and shaken crust.