LifeInSepia
I walk this road forever lonely,
The smart ones have gone or died.
All that remains is broken glass,
Remnants of the genocide.
It doesn't speak, it doesn't hear,
It rose from slums and railway tracks.
It found the holes, left by its father,
Slipping through the growing cracks.
No one knows this, no one cares,
They only knew they had to go.
It's not that simply for one like me,
Who feels it thrum, who feels it flow.
It was them of course, who would have guessed it?
Apparently, only me.
I tried to tell them, they wouldn't hear,
I'm just a ghost, who they cannot see.
The smart ones have gone or died.
All that remains is broken glass,
Remnants of the genocide.
It doesn't speak, it doesn't hear,
It rose from slums and railway tracks.
It found the holes, left by its father,
Slipping through the growing cracks.
No one knows this, no one cares,
They only knew they had to go.
It's not that simply for one like me,
Who feels it thrum, who feels it flow.
It was them of course, who would have guessed it?
Apparently, only me.
I tried to tell them, they wouldn't hear,
I'm just a ghost, who they cannot see.
Nice one. The first two lines are a very nice set up. The genocide seems to suggest a certain event but I'm not sure which.