Walking down the narrow lanes
I try and find my way
The streets are bare
Nowhere’s here
I’m lost and gone astray
Just as I take a lowly step
I lose myself and trip
Bodies left right where they fell
The Virus won the day.
Walking down the narrow lanes
I try and find my way
The streets are bare
Nowhere’s here
I’m lost and gone astray
Just as I take a lowly step
I lose myself and trip
Bodies left right where they fell
The Virus won the day.
A relative calm had descended over a world that had started to forget. Soldiers aged, children were born, and their children were born, the soldiers were too scarred to speak about their time in service, their children were shielded from the absolute raw brutality and horror, they did not know and their children did not know, and more children were born, and a certain level of complacency began to settle, making way for a disruptor and dictator to enter the world stage and there were enough of the children born to think he might be a good thing and just what the world needs
And the wars that were buried
Had enriched the soil for action
And this time, the stakes were higher, the weapons more evil and more powerful than the world has ever seen or known and over time
The landscape has changed