The Sign of Oblivion
amid bare walls and lit roads,
few real thoughts unfold along
busy streets and empty souls,
shambling husks moving to and fro
shadows of their ancestors,
tears falling from progenitors
and still they walk for miles
past meticulous mercantile
selling, consuming, benign
and then emerged a sign, a sign.
doubt lingers
along these streets
from empty husks forced to think
about the sign, the sign.
The Sign of Oblivion.
with nothing known to cling
crowds emerge for meaning
no context, word, nor cypher,
only husks forced to confer
arguments and seminar,
debates held long and far,
recklessly their thoughts converge and
different conclusions emerge
the blissful city torn in two
unable to understand truth.
doubt lingers
along these streets
from empty husks forced to think
about the sign, the sign,
The Sign of Oblivion.
dichotomies ensue abundantly
two sides emerge reactively
fighting against recognition,
now conscious of new positions,
peace believed for generations
put to the test with new ambitions
the ugly truth defined
between the two opposing minds
as neither side understands the sign
the sign, the sign, the sign.
hate, war, love and peace
dances along these begotten streets
from empty husks forced to think
about the sign, the sign
The Sign of Oblivion.