The broken skyline
bright spires lit red with disaster
empty shells fan the flames faster
when fire and poverty entwine
the wind too will become aligned
chaotic like a child’s laughter
the broken skyline
bright spires lit red with disaster

Democracy demonstrated
and remotely detonated

To the world they have consigned
these streets filled with blood and plaster
tiled with bones of alabaster
a bit of truth in the maligned;
the broken skyline.