Ghosts

This is a dead town, so empty and abandoned,
Only the rain has stayed loyal to its morals,
Dark, dull and dreary, not a rainbow in site,
Even the ghosts have deserted its shadows.

Run down buildings that no longer trade,
Nor a vestige of public consultation.
Rats rummage through the Babylonian wastes,
Did greed lead the way to this desolation?

A once bustling and thriving community,
Has crumbled to an archaeological dig,
A systematic study of all that remains,
Can't even conjure up the ghosts from the past.

Memories fade fast in a forgotten town,
How long has it been since we last saw the sun?
Dark, dreary shadows cast over the streets,
A solemn and melancholy memory to mourn.

No flowers bloom, they're all withered and dead,
Trees with bare branches look gnarled and afraid,
Wind swept alleys accumulate their debris,
The rotting remnants of the town where we played.

It saddens my heart to see such abuse,
To be left to decay in the interests of wealth,
A selfish wealth, shared among the few,
To line the pockets of the fat cats themselves.

Derogatory comments of this town's importance,
Disparaging remarks in the name of progress,
They spent all our wealth on a neighbouring citadel,
Then fortified themselves from our protests.

Left to crumble and burn to the ground,
The phoenix may yet rise once again,
To be reborn from the incompetence of fools,
To be rebuilt when it's ghosts return.

Maybe then the rains will stop falling,
The rains that lament this town's demise,
The shadows will lift and the sun will be shining,
And we can welcome the ghosts back into our lives.