The Rot

Cries of the have-nots

Along the road that joins the walls,
I sit alone and watch them all.
Rotten people with rotten chores,
Wearing mask-like smiles in empty stores.

Babies coo ‘midst sorrowful wails,
Hollow and stale beneath the veil.
Triumph and praise flank dark decay,
And yet we stay,
Sit still and pray.