The morning burned with a arched crown,
The trees were falling all over town.
A verdict was told in a somber state,
No longer would these people be granted a clean slate.
The earth was dying as the seconds ticked on.
Homes were melted; the animals fawned.
This was a utopia, the text books claimed.
But dead they fell, like bodies maimed.
The sky full of stars felt dark and cold; a place once s...
