Alighieri Atlas Mourned
Beyond the wreckage//where a century of hope is
found//one man is left underneath//the weight of a fallen
empire//to rot with the seeds of lust//could the sun rise
and shed some light?//the sun won’t rise (“oh, shed some
light!”)//to mend those wounds formed by the darkness//of
a nations loathsome hands that had//held him down under a
city of sin//when the foundation crumbled and the light
caved in//even the greatest skyline did collapse//in the
presence of a dream//that dream called hope//yet
somewhere beyond the wreckage//there once died a
man//amongst the remnants of his//failures//the horror
rebuilds over these salvaged lands//and it industrialized
fear//the horror rebuilds over to start again//to start
again//the nation that portrayed hope//as a perishable
resource//is lost within itself.
