Sunburnt

The sun burnt roses in the unmarked streets,
Walls stained with revolutionary graffiti,
and the dark legends of the heroes worshiped.

The child wails in the broken cradle,
Soaring humidity and parched tongues
Hands flail in the shadows,
Plead to end the suffering.

And slowly the sky trickles,
Earth resounds with the rain drops,
Rising conflagration in the hearts,
Search the sky for the fulfillment of promises.

Power lines quiver uncontrollably,
Nail box rattles
Cat’s eyes glowering beneath the rusted Foxy.

Soon, the rain wanes out,
Windows perched yet again,
Eye lids collapse
the world left with commotion...the harsh music.