Satin slashed, swell and sway,
Shredded, sweltering on the way.
Mangled bodies burning the furnace,
Minds indulging in mindless play.
The state solves the jigsaw puzzle,
My city back, beautiful and gay.
The idol of god is lit of course,
In the graveyards all night and day.
Let’s paint our faces to hide the tears,
Fears are for weak as they say.
“Mirage” you too, shall chatter and babble,
To hold the terrible silence at bay.