No one around, no one talking with me
Where have they gone I once tried to ask
Knowing no one would answer, alas
How can this be? I wanted to know
Where have they gone? Why did they go?
People don’t care whistled clear through my mind
People don’t love or choose to be kind
When will it end? Will it be over?
Or will this continue like red crimson clover
Try as I might, the answer won’t come
Guess that means now nowhere is home
Where will we live? Where will we die?
When did it turn so pale in the sky?
No clouds to float, no rain to cleanse
No happiness, sorrow, now no friends
When will this be over? When can we rest?
Will we be permitted to say “you were blessed?”
Once there was peace. Once there was joy
For every older man, for every little boy
Once maidens were valued and older women wise
Not shunned as an oddity or hated as a guise
Now humans have become sad and all seem to quail
While all thoughts are currently ripping the veil
Between you and me, between us and them
The conclusion will come, the finale, the end.