Apathy has seeped into our cities.
The homes that bled love
Are nothing but deserts filled
With hopeful nomads searching
For hidden oases in the veins of history.
If the Gods were ever present
They have long left their judgmental posts.
Leaving the thrones of control
Empty and dust worthy in their absence.
Leftover relics for the righteous.
I agree fully! Nicely written. Just the spelling of righteous bothers.:)