Book Karma Afterwards

A lonely house,
once alive with children's laughter,
now stands silent and empty
in the hot sun.

An apartment building,
once blaring with music,
now pays silent tribute
to the ages of musicians.

The shells of cars and buses,
that once roared down the highways,
now lie ruined in the streets,
magic carriages without horses.

A yellow crane,
once building a factory,
now a still reminder
of our deadly technology.

A shopping centre,
once bustling with people,
now lonely and deserted,
clothes grimy with dust.

The city park,
once colourful with trees and flowers,
now bare and desolate,
a lonely wasteland.

They said this could never happen,
denied that the rumours were true.
Why, then, do I stand weeping,
alone in an empty city?