The Song For Paradise

Hallowed blossoms scatter the streets

The pinks and oranges lie manifold

Weathered steps mar the pavement

The dream remains beyond hold.

The blue skies cry in agony

Disbelief shatters the cold

Pellets of inhuman mortal discourse 

Line the alleys 

While humanity lies blinded in the operation theatre

Are you scared?

Does it frighten you?

Well, too bad for it's the Paradise you created