Ghostly Figures Walk

The sun has gone down now
There's no one on stage
Everyone has gone away
We've entered a new age.

But still along the dark streets
Ghostly figures walk
Stretching out their long pale hands
For to us, they cannot talk.

And people hurry, pass them by
Not seeing or not caring
The sun's gone down, the streets are dark
And pale ghost eyes are staring.

Ripped too early from their bodies
Here they have to stay
Watching, walking, sobbing, moaning
Until night turns into day.

I catch a movement in a shadow
And fearfully turn around
Troubled souls surrounding me
But now they make no sound.

Victims of sudden violence
For reasons we do not know why
And as I try to understand
There comes a quiet sigh.

And then I see! All around
The sky that burns aflame
A city burning with hatred here
To play this terrible game.

And now I am alone again
Darkness all around ...
Ghostly troubled faces gone,
And again, they make no sound.